One of a series of paintings in which I stretched the fine old trees of Basin Harbor, Vermont impossibly tall. I put tiny acrobats in their branches, though this one has a coy naked lady peering from behind a tree trunk.
The trees are a combination of photo studies I did at the site combined with paint-- much, much more paint that the eye accepts. The eye finds the small passages of photorealism before focusing, which is in itself, curious and interesting.
I'd been lucky enough to be an artist in residence at the Basin Harbor Resort and the magic of the place got to me.