If you know me well, then you know how much I like trees. If you know me really well, then you know I put the bristlecone pine at the top of my list of favorite trees. Here’s a news flash: the bald cypress ranks up there with the bristlecone pine on my list. The bald cypress is amazing! Equally as surreal as the bristlecone pine, the bald cypress is from another planet. It isn’t easy to describe, but there is a sublime reality in a bald cypress grove. I’ll leave it at that.
This is an image I created recently in the swamps. I can’t stop looking at it. That happens to me occasionally with an image. I can’t stop looking at it. The aesthetics have to be just right for this to happen, but it is more than aesthetics. In order for an image to make me want to stare at it endlessly, it takes more than art. It takes the whole combination of all of me at the moment I created the image and brought it to life. In order for an image to warrant my endless gaze, the image has to be a reflection of me at that moment in my life. Images like that don’t come around often, but this is one such image. If you want to know something about me, look at this image for a while. I can’t pretend to know what specifically it will tell you, but it will be an accurate reflection of me.