I’m becoming increasingly familiar with the cannula, the “little reed” inserted into the body for delivery and removal of fluid. Throughout the critical stages of an illness of a good friend I’ve been working on this painting of his house. The big East Coast Peppermint gum on his land makes for a fleeting associate for me with both the action and intent of the cannula devise –
a type of portal allowing a type of flow between worlds!
I am also thinking of Glover’s painting at Clarendon of the big English Oak tree, and of course Turner’s painting The Golden Bough.
Acrylic on canvas