Growing up in Idaho meant lots of picnics and fishing trips and weekends at the family cabin. There were summers filled with wild berries, picked in the woods behind the cabin, hikes in the hills, campfires, storytelling, marshmallows and mosquitoes. The tall pines and aspens provided peace and refuge from the heat of the summer and space for my imagination to flourish. The woods were full of treasures—wildflowers, exotic mushrooms, perfect pine cones, velvety mosses and jewel-like dragonflies, flitting past. The fragrance of the pines was intoxicating.
Here is a piece of my fabric art that grew out of those memories.
I hope you will enjoy drawing on your own memories of time spent in the woods. Or if you are lucky, take your sketchbook into the woods, find a log or big rock to sit on and be inspired by your surroundings.