PAINT BRUSHES
You can almost picture the root of the name. Whether you know them as Devil’s Paintbrushes, or Indian, the shape is evocative and the function clear.
Sitting next to a quiet stream with a canvas of unscrolled birch bark and a small container of mashed berries, you could easily pluck one of those flowers and begin your work.
Soft strokes across the smooth birch bark backing, fingers pinched in close to the flowered tip, you would begin in soft, light strokes. Maybe a raspberry puree mixed with a hint of earth, some crushed Forget-Me-Nots for the cool blue sky.
A broiled broth of sycamore creates a deep red, and when mingled through the lighter raspberry, a perfect sunset.
White spaces left empty for the trunk of the trees, of perhaps a carefully shaved collage using the whiter exterior bark. Smears of pasted grass for the leaves and ground, where just a smudge of dirt is added.
The piece is looking good, solidly evocative as an impression of the tableau before you.
There is something a little off though, something not quite right with the sky. The blossom of the brush will reduce nicely and add the right amount of red to the scene. It is just so now, minus one small addition. The pot next to you contains a trace amount of carefully separated fool’s gold, just the right amount to add the sense of whimsy your mind’s eye sees. A pinch, carefully dusted through the sky and your work of art is done, a magic sunset in the deepest heart of nature.
She has provided you the tools, and the result is your thanks to her – a loving tribute to all she has to offer.
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