Sail/Willow— Sacred Grove series
Two willows stand at the water's edge, lit from behind in the electric green of new season — that brief, high color that only holds a few weeks before summer settles it down. Willows grow where the water is; their roots find it and don't let go. These two lean toward each other over the same wet ground, the pond lying quiet behind them, holding the light between them.
Stamped into the work is Sail, the Ogham letter for willow — the tree the old alphabet tied to water and to intuition, the knowing that runs beneath the surface where you can't quite see it. A willow always knows where the water is. So, the old letter suggests, do you.
11"×14" on canvas, framed in a hand-finished walnut floater frame. Ready to hang.
What is the land saying beneath what we see?
