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Watercolor on paper, 5 × 8 inches, Artist Sadr Star.
This sketch carries a space far greater than its boundaries allow. On one of the Brooklyn NY coastlines, between land and ocean, stands a pine tree – twisted, as if it has weathered many internal and external storms. Its trunk is contorted by time and winds, but in this unevenness there is not weakness, but character. It has learned to withstand the blows of storms from the ocean and respond with resilience. In its branches there is the movement of air, the salty whisper of waves, the changing of seasons and years.
The watercolor lightness of the colors creates a feeling of memory that does not have clear contours: the soft pink sky, the cool blue of the water, the muted green of the needles seem to dissolve into each other, like memories that return suddenly and gently. The colors don't shout – they breathe.
This pine tree is not just a tree. It is a witness and participant in life. Memories of a loved one, of bright and joyful days, are connected with it. Grandchildren played and grew strong on its branches; the then very young tree held their laughter, their falls and first victories. Many other children grew up here, leaving invisible traces of time in the bark.
Now the pine tree stands as a guardian – not only of the landscape, but also of human feelings. It remembers more than it can say, and therefore remains silent, continuing to grow by the water, connecting the past and the present. This sketch expresses a quiet gratitude to the place, the tree, and the memory that, like the ocean wind, never disappears, but only changes form.
Watercolor on paper, 5 × 8 inches, Artist Sadr Star.
This sketch carries a space far greater than its boundaries allow. On one of the Brooklyn NY coastlines, between land and ocean, stands a pine tree – twisted, as if it has weathered many internal and external storms. Its trunk is contorted by time and winds, but in this unevenness there is not weakness, but character. It has learned to withstand the blows of storms from the ocean and respond with resilience. In its branches there is the movement of air, the salty whisper of waves, the changing of seasons and years.
The watercolor lightness of the colors creates a feeling of memory that does not have clear contours: the soft pink sky, the cool blue of the water, the muted green of the needles seem to dissolve into each other, like memories that return suddenly and gently. The colors don't shout – they breathe.
This pine tree is not just a tree. It is a witness and participant in life. Memories of a loved one, of bright and joyful days, are connected with it. Grandchildren played and grew strong on its branches; the then very young tree held their laughter, their falls and first victories. Many other children grew up here, leaving invisible traces of time in the bark.
Now the pine tree stands as a guardian – not only of the landscape, but also of human feelings. It remembers more than it can say, and therefore remains silent, continuing to grow by the water, connecting the past and the present. This sketch expresses a quiet gratitude to the place, the tree, and the memory that, like the ocean wind, never disappears, but only changes form.