Its limbs all torn from the day it was born for the tree was born in a thunderstorm.
Grow, grow, the lightning tree, it's never too late for you and me;
Grow, grow, the lightning tree; never give in too easily."
Ah, to be so very young again. Are you singing along or have I lost you completely now? The words are the opening lines of the theme tune to a children's program called Follyfoot which was shown here in the UK way, way back in the early 70s when it was cool to wear flares and tank tops and you spent all your pocket money on the latest single by grown men who wore even more ridiculous flares and garish coloured tank tops! I was a big fan of the programme, loved the song, and was always fascinated by the lightning tree.So I couldn't resist sketching this very special tree on the saturday dog walk. It doesn't stand in the middle of a field but it is down in the meadow. Despite appearing to have taken the full force of nature, noticeable in its shortened and blackened upper branches, it hasn't given in too easily and has still managed to produce some new growth on a few of its lower branches.
The original sketch was done in pencil in a small moleskine and, despite the problems of moleskines and wet paint, I decided to add some watercolour, Inktense pencil and a few scribbles with a pigment liner later at home.
|The Lightning Tree, Hartford|