When I go exploring in the surrounding forest, I am not only physically traversing the terrain but I begin to wander within my mind. My thoughts reshape my experience as I navigate an almost spiritual response to the land. Stepping into a world primarily constructed from a wilder otherness is powerful. It is in these places my safety, convenience, and comforts are secondary to the environment. Feeling this demoted state of being human and sensing this elevation of the landscape is what draws me towards landscape painting.
When I pass the forest edge I enter in and out of shadowy pockets under the tree canopy. I feel the contrast of light. I feel the protection of the rain and intense sun. While other times I am faced with dark shadows full of the unknown and can see my emotions manifest, reaching out attempting to pull me into fear.
Several days ago my brother and I ventured out at dusk to setup a game camera. I had been seeing tons of moose sign everywhere around us and I was hoping to capture the animal on the camera.Quickly we began to deviate, taking a longer path to our desired location.
It was late and the light penetrated the fuzzy horizon like hot embers full of warm glow. Escaping from the comforts of my cabin to this place of darkness made my brother feel uncomfortable. This environment was only getting darker and less enjoyable. We arrived a large ditch covered with jagged rocks and a dangerous drop. As we rounded the corner we could see into a dark and spooky cave. The cave was clearly empty but showcased evidence of it's recent occupant. You could see bones and fur and maybe a few claw marks. My brother wasn't interested in exploring that cave and certainly disapproved of entraining the idea of a bear or something worse lurking close b