It’s been a project all spring, to wander through the Burden woods, to see them without a mind- grid overlay, absorbing the gentle colors and tangled textures, and then to translate the scenery there into subtly abstracted forms in encaustic wax. Such an absorbing project.

Now that the woods have flushed with green, it will be harder. Bright green rarely translates well to canvas, for some reason. I don’t know why. It’s like trying to photograph a flower in that certain shade of purple that just never comes out quite right. But the New York woods in April are a jumble of tawny, ochre , and grey, so subtle and enchanting that I couldn’t get enough of them. This is one of the pieces I painted of the woods in April.