
Sycamore Leaf
This was one of hundreds of Sycamore leaves on the ground that day, but it was special to me for its form and color.
This was one of hundreds of Sycamore leaves on the ground that day, but it was special to me for its form and color.
We are made with the need to touch and be touched. Church is a place where we have always been able to touch and be touched in a safe and helpful way. We need touch!
The aim of this painting was to stretch and to capture a feeling and not so much the accuracy of details.
Seeing the bright red leaves of Fall remind me of the joy we had with the two Maples Dad planted in our backyard.
Graphite study of this gloriously colored branch helped me see details I never would have see in just a color image.