This is our second round of our art group, self-titled Four-in-Art. Our theme was “tree” or “trees,” however the artist wanted to think about it. I call this “One Black Leaf.” And as is my usual, I’ll save the craft and construction details for the next post.
The other artists in our group are listed below, and are also revealing their quilts today, too. I’d encourage a visit to see how they interpreted the theme.
Leanne, of She Can Quilt
Rachel, of Life of Riley
Betty, who reveals hers on Flickr
When I was musing about this theme of trees a couple of weeks ago, I noted that I seemed to be surrounded by, and touched by, the idea of the end of life, of death. I may have become more aware of this because of my tiny experience with cancer, or perhaps it is because I have two brothers-in-law who are fighting cancer. Or because when we drove away from my mother after visiting for Christmas, it was nearly unbearable, knowing that life, and our time together, is finite. In Albert Goldbarth’s poem “Won’t Let Go,” he notes that at the end of the of it all, no matter what your age or life or experience, there is always “one black leaf for everybody.”
I remember talking with an arborist in Washington DC once, about how dead trees looked in winter–nothing blossoming, nothing growing, the bare branches stretched to the sky. She smiled as I went on and on, then said “Oh, they’re full of life, all right. You just can’t see it.” I thought of her remark often as I walked the National Mall that winter, admiring the trees’ scaffolding revealed by fallen leaves, those graceful branches stretched out above the cold ground.
So I chose to combine a photo I saw of an espaliered tree–a tree that was trained into an arranged shape by the hand of man and which had a heart at the center of it–with a drawing of a tree that looked to me like it was in motion, was half-tree/half-vine. I liked the look of the drawing, how it wasn’t static, wasn’t near death, even though it had plenty of black leaves on it. Since I am not a trained artist, I have to start from a reference point.
And sometimes that reference point is an idea, a range of experiences, a poem about one black leaf.
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