The woods often feel silent to me. Of course it is not true silence, for there is not a complete absence of sound. Birdsong, leaves swishing in the breeze, the rhythmic patter of rain, the rustling of deer stepping softly through the trees and the gentle gurgle of a stream. No, the woods are not silent.
I suppose what I mean is that they allow me to be so. To hush my soul to stillness, free from the distraction of life’s daily duties and needs. I walk out my back gate and into a lush green Cathedral pillared with gnarly ancient trees and carpeted in moss. The light is diffused by a tightly woven canopy of leaf and branch and the world becomes a gentler place.
In truth my life is not busy compared to most. My days are mostly quiet and simple even when there is much work to do or there is an urgent deadline to meet. I don’t go to the woods to escape from my life or find relief from stress or troubles. I go to pay attention to the immense beauty of the many little wild wonders of nature and to remember what is true, what is eternal.
Then I return to my studio, refreshed and relaxed, often inspired, ready to work…
Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods.
About the artwork…
Everything was very still now is the latest illustration in my black and white series and features Mole’s foray in to the Wild Wood – a scene from the iconic book Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame.
Prints of ‘Everything was very still now’ are available from The Honeybee and the Hare Etsy Shop