Tree + me have been together for about four days now...
I think we're just beginning to understand each other.
Every day in the winter when I stitch, I look out my window and see these bare trees.
I like them. I enjoy seeing their structure minus all the frou-frou of their leaves.
And when I go for a walk in winter, it's like the curtains are drawn back and I can see the shape of the land where I live...the rock formations and elevations, the steep descents of the valley, and the rise to the crest of the hill. The earth is laid bare and a bigger picture is revealed. And the view is very structural and very grounded.
And that's where I've been with my tree. Working on its structure.
Helping it to become a tree. And I can't help but draw metaphors to myself and my own realization.
Last we talked, I had just laid down a sketch of what my tree would become.
Then I better defined some of the outline and laid down some big splotches of background depth (aka silk ribbon). These areas of depth will eventually be covered and only hints of what they once were will remain.
Then came the main body of the trunk...the real structure...the real strength...and this is where I've stopped for today.
What is left is the fine tuning...the subtle shading...the refining of the gross nature of the stitches...the blending of one color into another so you can no longer tell where one stitch started and the other ended.
Until there is a subtlety of approach, a harmony of elements...and you no longer see all the individual stitches...all the individual events and people that have shaped who I have become...
All you see is a tree...and me.
And we're both still a work in progress.