I painted you a cherry tree on an old white stretched out t-shirt.
I chose the colors from your personal pallet.
In the midst of my masterpiece, I plucked the fresh drupes from the still wet oil on the canvas and placed them into a plastic bowl.
I know they are your favorite.
Afterwards I made sure my brush strokes portrayed the tree strong & sturdy.
If to chop it down, it’s rings of life would be suitable for your finger.
I splattered blue over the leaves to insure rain will keep it healthy to blossom again.
The thing about oil, is that it doesn’t mix well with water and when it dries, the colors change.
The green turned a brownish yellow and the paint began to separate.
The grass shifted and the tree’s roots began to push through the cracked dry paint.
The exposed roots proved to be twisted.
As hard as I tried to paint over these roots, the paint would dry and crack again.
How could something so sweet have such ugly roots.
And then I realized, these roots are the source that feeds the tree and allows the cherries to flourish.
So I left them naked.
I couldn’t ignore what is not seen and only focus on the product of its labors.
I decided the painting was finished.
The tree in all of it’s entirety.
The sweet fleshy fruit and the undesirable roots in which they came from.
As a whole, what was once buried below the surface is now above ground, yet it still produces such a delicious pitted treat.
Maybe I’ll just paint with water colors next time.
-Joshua Tool 04/28/17