I just have this thing about trees. I don’t know what it is? I just find them fascinating, intriguing and inspirational.
Maybe it is their ever changing shapes? The twists and often impossible curves of their branches and trunks?
And from country to country.. Wow.. How do those shapes just keep getting wilder and more crazy? I love how nature can play with a concept such as a tree and create just so many.. So much.. So fabulous!
From short and stumpy to tall and gracious.. Green and lush to dry and burnt. They all have that ‘tree thing’.
If ever feeling a bit uninspired a good tree will always spark something, maybe a drawing? A photo? Or just a ponder? I often ponder about what might be living in the tree.. Birds? Insects? People in tree houses? Or in some moods I can imagine elves and pixies and fairies and other such creatures.. I think this comes from my love of Arthur Rackham’s illustrations (which also inspired many of my tattoos).
I chuckled the other day as I cycled beneath some trees stuffed full of white squabbling parrots/ gallahs settling down to roost for the night! The whole tree just came alive! Reminded me of some of Quentin Blake’s parrot drawings.. They make me smile too!
Anyway.. This little lot are a few of the weird and wonderful trees that I have encountered over the last few days, whilst exploring Australia.. I wonder what they will inspire?
Maybe some more drawings like this one, which has gone on to become the cover of a book..
Plums Are Also Round 