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Tucked Up Somewhere in the WOods on a Hill

5/29/2021

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Tucked Up Somewhere in the Woods
​"Tucked Up Somewhere in the Woods on a Hill" - acrylic on deep cradled aquabord, 16" x 20" x 2"  Ready to hang.  Available here and at Artfinder.


We're all falling and we need a place to hide
A safe place somewhere in the woods we can start the fire
All we know is what would be our home
We will stay 'til the break of dawn

The cold night takes us to a place to escape the chill
Tucked up somewhere in the woods on a hill
Wake up feeling the cold in between our toes
Is there a way back? Nobody knows

And we leave it all behind

Can't you see we need some time?

from the song "The Woods" -  by Hollow Coves


And so, dear reader, we are back in the forest once more.
I was standing with my partner on the ridge line of an unnamed peak deep in the Columbia River Gorge; wind lashing our faces, sleet pelting our many layers of rain-soaked clothing, shivering.  And all I could think of was how very beautiful it was up there in the solitude and weather with layers of burned trees for miles. The mist kept rolling over us, swirling and obscuring.  And still my thought was - oh, how exquisite.  The steep incline made my legs cry out for mercy and my breath nearly impossible.  And yet I knew I would climb it again to see this majesty - this unrelenting wild.

So, if one day you can't find me,  I will be in the forest - tucked up somewhere in the woods on a hill.

About the art: using my favorite surface, aquabord, on a deep cradle and beginning with a loose charcoal sketch.  Using paint to spread the charcoal, then focusing on layers of texture and color, preserving the verticality while resisting the urge to chase overt realism.  Fingers, brushes, rubber wedge, deli paper and a wood stick for small, organic lines.
4 Comments
Carl Stoveland
5/31/2021 12:35:58 pm

More magic for your woodland realm. :-)

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jen
5/31/2021 03:09:39 pm

Carl! It just gets better and better out there...

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Kevin link
6/1/2021 09:52:53 am

It is awe-inspiring that you are touched by the solitude of the deep wild. I to also inspirited when in deep isolation enjoying the peace and wilderness quiet. Enjoy the journey!

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jen
6/1/2021 12:13:58 pm

Kevin! Thank you - there is really nothing quite like it! So much beauty and bliss...

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