When I was a kid I used to spend part of every summer in northern Wisconsin camping on land my Grandfather had purchased, planted trees on and bequeathed to my Uncle. The property was sandwiched between the Hiawatha National Forest and the Red Cliff Reservation. The location was a forested paradise a mile inland from the shores of The Great Lake Superior.
What I remember of those times are the moments of stillness juxtaposed against the constant movement of the natural world. That and my uncle could speak to the owls.
This piece is created with gypsum plaster, resins, hardeners, acrylic paints and framed with 100 year old barn siding from my brother’s farm.