Description
I stand at the foot of the largest tree in the world, and suddenly, I am small—smaller than my brush, smaller than a single stroke. This tree, this living monument, it doesn't just grow—it rises. Not like a plant, but like a cathedral. Each groove in the bark is a chapter. Each knot, a scar. This isn’t just wood—it’s time made visible.
As I paint, I don’t try to capture the whole thing. You can’t. No canvas can hold that kind of scale, that weight of silence and age. So I focus on the feeling—the hush beneath its branches, the way the light filters through its canopy like stained glass, casting dappled gold on the forest floor.
Additional Information
Artist: |
Han Mook Kim |
Type: |
Oil Painting |
Subject: |
Sequoia |
Rights: |
Original |
Orientation: |
Vertical |
Seller: |
Han Mook Kim |