Medium: Acrylic on Birch Wood Panel
Size: 20″ x 16″
Miles Hiked: 5.2
This irresistible cove is overlooked by a rare Torrey Pine. I find myself today among the only grove of Torrey Pine trees that exists outside of San Diego. The hillside behind me contains a dense grove. Do trees travel in herds?
I was drawn to this one, standing alone beside these clear waters. It seemed to me a bit of a fragile metaphor for an artist’s life. There’s safety in the herd, the job, the career, the retirement funds, stock options and all that. But the view from that office just looks at another office.
The art life is often about stepping away from the pack just a bit. Safety and comfort are traded for meaning and beauty. Like this tree by the ocean, the artist remains exposed to the battering winds that life brings. The salty air may even stunt our growth and cause our beards to whither, but out here we are alive.
Until we aren’t.
Whatever. Stop painting. Go swimming.