Katie Van Horne
Witnesses
Pastel on canvas mounted on board
$1250
$1250
Three sacred anchor oaks have always perched on a knoll above a seamless, wending ridgeline, sentinels overseeing the Channel Islands. Tres Arcos, Three Arches, my Aunt Maria called them.
Day in, day out, for weeks on end they beckoned me to convey their grace, even an aspect of it. But each effort felt blocked - until Mother’s Day. Wind and wildfire exploded that day, burning knoll, downing central contiguous oak, scorching ridgeline, until heroically outed. That dusk and the following dawn, two pastel pieces emerged of newly spare, brave, anchorless, first hand witnesses.
Day in, day out, for weeks on end they beckoned me to convey their grace, even an aspect of it. But each effort felt blocked - until Mother’s Day. Wind and wildfire exploded that day, burning knoll, downing central contiguous oak, scorching ridgeline, until heroically outed. That dusk and the following dawn, two pastel pieces emerged of newly spare, brave, anchorless, first hand witnesses.