A Color Story October 26 2013, 0 Comments

So it's a tree. A trunk, to be more precise. Juxtaposed with that natural, bright, sharp, reason-for-living green of fresh fir needles.....the essence of nature...

I walk by that tree every day of my life, and it's always a moment.

How do I bring it home--that is, how do I bring that feeling I get when I pass it on my daily walk into my home, without hammering a literal photograph of tree bark onto my wall?

Love the silvery-earthy-greeny elements, that reference the color of the tree, and the texture of the pheasant's plumage that suggests the rugged surface of tree bark.

(This image was culled from a collection of antique fabric labels--little pieces of handcolored art on paper, used in the 1850s to mark rolls of yardage. Some, like this one, are true works of art, and rare to find. Believe it or not, the original label was just a very few inches in size. An amazing little treasure, become a bigger one here.)

An even less literal interpretation, the poignant lines and furrows in this elder Native American man's face echo the aged character of that tree. The texture and color of old photography enhance that further. There is some unspoken wisdom in my neighborhood tree, and this old Indian man.

I think, if I had to have some of that life affirming green, (and I think I would), I'd place a living plant. (That is a good rule: a bit of life in every room. People, plants, pets. Not necessarily in that order!)

Who would think that an image of urban Paris, circa 1961, could have any relevance to that grizzled tree??

But I think it does. The murky, complex, evocative colors of a gray day, midcentury, in that city......there is great beauty in both places--natural and industrial.

 

Illustrating a point, perhaps. Art needn't (and maybe SHOULDN'T) be too literal, and a great room can reference wonderful places and things without being too wed to literal schemes.