Sketches from the Hoh Rainforest, WA.
I carried a tiny Moleskine journal and worked with brush during a four day hike.
I scanned them in and add a few spots of color, digitally, later in my studio.
I drew Sitka Spruces, Douglas-firs, moss draped Maples and heady, woody and ancient Western red cedars.
I carried a tiny Moleskine journal and worked with brush during a four day hike.
I scanned them in and add a few spots of color, digitally, later in my studio.
I drew Sitka Spruces, Douglas-firs, moss draped Maples and heady, woody and ancient Western red cedars.
Branches drooped and swooped.
The afternoon light slanted and dappled across the fern filled floor-bed of the forest.
In the evening as the light faded, I could hear the Hoh river bubbling next to me.
Frothing over smooth stones, in ever flowing stream.
I heard friends chattering in their tent.
Pin pricks of light flashed in the distance. Late arrivals making their way to the camp site.
The afternoon light slanted and dappled across the fern filled floor-bed of the forest.
In the evening as the light faded, I could hear the Hoh river bubbling next to me.
Frothing over smooth stones, in ever flowing stream.
I heard friends chattering in their tent.
Pin pricks of light flashed in the distance. Late arrivals making their way to the camp site.
Sitting nestled in the base of two ancient, towering, woody, cool and majestic Western redcedars, I attempted to draw them. I felt tiny in their cradle as light filtered through their lichen covered canopies. It was both frustrating and humbling to try and capture the vastness of these trees on paper and I can only hope that I get more chances to draw these wise, sentient beings.
