JudyB
Queen of the Nuts
So sometimes I look at the trees that are masterpieces, or really great material, and I think to myself, what must it be like to work on such a tree? What feelings might that engender? How amazing to be able to work with such a piece of nature art! And then my thoughts are- (and I know that I'm not alone here)- that I will never have anything that approaches these wonderful examples of bonsai that I see in photos, books, exhibitions....
and it can be deflating....
I had a couple days to catch up on early summer work on my trees, and some of the fences that I've been sitting on with a couple trees tossed me off to one or the other side. And one that I've been loathing for a while lost a branch and found it's shine.
Then, I realized that the feeling of working the tree is the same, no matter what the material. It gives a lift to see the shape come forward, or see a branches progression, or a trunk to be almost there... Especially some that did not start as great material, they can surprise you the most when they begin to come around.
I'll most likely still be desirous when I see a great bonsai, but now I know that it's in the motions of caring for and moving toward the best that the tree can be, that the heart of bonsai lies...
and it can be deflating....
I had a couple days to catch up on early summer work on my trees, and some of the fences that I've been sitting on with a couple trees tossed me off to one or the other side. And one that I've been loathing for a while lost a branch and found it's shine.
Then, I realized that the feeling of working the tree is the same, no matter what the material. It gives a lift to see the shape come forward, or see a branches progression, or a trunk to be almost there... Especially some that did not start as great material, they can surprise you the most when they begin to come around.
I'll most likely still be desirous when I see a great bonsai, but now I know that it's in the motions of caring for and moving toward the best that the tree can be, that the heart of bonsai lies...