Before they added a second entry, this was the first tree to greet you as you walked in. Every autumn its leaves change color, and tumble to the ground. Sometimes they fly past you when the wind picks up. They are large and colorful, and something I look forward to every fall as much of California, where I live, is populated with non-deciduous trees and bushes.
Olympus Trip 35, Fuji Superia 400.
Trees – always something new to see.
I tried to simplify things more in this painting by using washes and bleeding colors into them. The foreground was tricky as there was a lot of texture from the brush on the lower left. The same brush is on the opposite shore, but, as you can see, with a lot less detail. Also, I decided to try to use a bit of white gouache mixed with watercolor to represent the white brush – baby sycamores? – as well as the branches of the sycamore trees. Sadly, I didn’t really think about the leaves of the sycamores until after I had painted in the mountain in the distance, so I tried to retrieve a bit of lighter leaves in the foreground. Not super successful, but am pleased with the effort of simplifying.
I expect a lot of you are bored with my leaves and trees and plants! But I never tire of them and just wish I lived someplace with more open spaces and trees. Maybe even some snow. The older I get, the more I appreciate what I grew up in – wild, green areas without people.
Sycamores are wonderful trees to tell you autumn is here! Their leaves, large and pointy, change with the season. In summer, they are green, and with the change in seasons, the leaves become gold and orange and brown, mottled in color, transparent and brilliant against the sunlight.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 