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The winter forest is a magical place. Frost coats the stems of dead or dormant grasses. They are white wands poking through the snow. With the full moon filtering through the trees, the icy waters of an isolated stream, you hear no man made sounds, just the sigh of the wind and the water rushing over the rocks.
For my drawing challenge this week, I’m supposed to draw trees. This is what you would call putting the cart before the horse. Most painters sketch out an idea and then use it as a guide to paint. I did it the other way around: so here is my painting and tomorrow I will show you the drawing it inspired!
Here in the northern suburbs of Philadelphia, the fall foliage was a huge disappointment. The leaves which normally display a lovely variety of warm and brilliant hues, went from green to dried brown before falling off the trees. This painting is my way of making up for it. Thanks to my photographer friend, sonofabeach96 for the inspiration with this photo of his Kentucky farm:
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 