Painting Holidays in France with Adam Cope :: Paintings by Adam Cope

Prochaines Expositions

Paintings of Trees

'Landorre' Oil on Canvas. 61 x 50cm

'Nyiad (Crack Willow & Ash on the Banks of the River Dropt)' Oil on Canvas, 46 x 38 cm

'Wild Wood at the Time of the Vernal Equinox' Oil on Canvas, 96 x 76 cm

'Chene, Bronzage' (spring) Oil on Panel, 30 x 40 cm

'Willow' Oil on Panel, 30 x 40 cm

  'Le Truffier 1' (Truffle Woods) oil 36x 48cm (approx 15 x 14 inches)

As I age
in the world it will rise and spread,
and be for this place horizon
and orison, the voice of its winds.
I have made myself a dream to dream
of its rising, that has gentled my nights.
Let me desire and wish well the life
these trees may live when I
no longer rise in the mornings
to be pleased with the green of them
shining, and their shadows on the ground,
and the sound of the wind in them.
- Wendell Berry, 'Planting Trees'

Gandhi said something that went like "A giant tree coming crashing down makes a catastrophic sound but the sprouting of a new forest from a million acorns makes no sound at all."

"The trees will have more rights than you by the time we're finished" as Maurice Strong is reported as saying (speaking of the link between deforestation & global heating).

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
- Joyce Kilmer, 1886-1918, 'Trees'


O if we only knew what we do
When we delve or hew -
Hack or rack the growing green!
- Gerard Manley Hopkins, 'Binsey Poplars', 1879


And the forest
what does it think?
Keeps no edge, no beginning -
deep in its mistletoe beard
simply grows
when all's said and done
the summer leaves drop
rain washes
the trunks and makes foam
where we stand will be forest
our differences forest
love will be forest
after we've gone
we shall be litter and leaves
- a lyrebird's song
Harry Laing , 'Forest Meditations'

Early Paintings of Trees

'Chenes', oil 46 x 38 cm

'Le Noyer' Oil on Canvas.