"Cypress
Camp"
Mixed media on panel, 12x16"
Price on request
These hunters, in search of wild pig
and any other game that comes their way, have camped at the edge
of a dry cypress forest. The sun is slowly setting and the men
are settling in to have supper. One hunter sits with his Winchester
across his lap; black bears have been coming round camp but they
have not bagged one as yet.
The year is 1890, and it is somewhere
in South Carolina. As the setting sun casts its shadow over
the forest, the cypress knees take on an eerie almost sinister
appearance. The gothic silence engulfs the forest; the hunters
sit peering into the disappearing light. A distant nightjar
breaks the silence as it flies high over the treetops. Their
eyes start to play tricks; shapes and shadows seem to move.
Did I see a black bear? No, Im seeing things,
its just a tree stump.
I recently visited a site similar to
this ,and after doing some location sketches, I visualized what
it might have been like if a camp were nestled amongst the trees.
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