Our roots keep us grounded
I remember drawing this tree from a work of art by a friend and artist who took beautiful photographs of the natural world.
When I drew this redwood tree, I couldn’t help but feel its strength. Like its energy came directly from the earth with no plans but to reach the high sky. The perspective in the drawing kind of feels the way it does when you stand near the base of the tree and look up.
When I think of experiences I’ve had being at the foot of a redwood tree, with my hands gently on its trunk to help stay balanced so I can look up into the sky, I can almost feel my knees wobble - partly being in awe, partly with vertigo from the sheer immensity of the tree’s height and power.
In the photo that inspired this drawing, the tree was shown alone, and at the time, I was moved by this description of trees by Hermann Hesse because I felt a solitary, but not separate, strength that I think is so poetically captured in this passage from his collection of writings:
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree.“