Trees. A parable of life

As an artist I have always been fascinated by trees. For me they are a parable of persistence. The way they bend to the wind and grow away again from burnt, broken and cut trunks and can survive  in the strangest places. They are beautiful. My fascination with them started as a child watching my maternal grandmother painting  gum trees. She would have them twisting and twining with the branches pointed in strange directions and I would argue that trees didn't do that. She'd send me out to look. She was right!

I love to paint them myself.

So it is no wonder that I have lots and lots of tree shots in the archives. Here are my favourites.



Kings Canyon

Tamworth, the old tree and the sapling

Murrumbidgee River near Narandra

Somewhere near Cairns



Tree roots  reaching down into the lava tubes at Undaara QLD

 

 

The dead and the green

I am particularly fascinated by the Boab tree. One of the signs that you have travelled into the top of WA is when they begin to appear.



Classic boab twins

Gregory’s Tree WA.



Gregory’s Tree WA with  the dates
the explorers were there carved on the trunk.



Boab Prison Tree near Derby WA.





Boab Prison Tree near Derby. The gap was the door. They put
bars on to keep the mostly indigenous prisoners in.



There are some fantastic trees on the farm so my camera and I will have to go hunting one day for inspiration to get out the pastels or acrylics.

In the mean time here is one of my paintings.

Cheers Sue

A Ferg on the Move.