Ferns; enchanting, whimsical feathers of the woods. They fill the shady dark places in my beloved Pacific Northwest. Reminding me of my childhood, the loops and swirls of tender fiddleheads will forever be a delight to my heart.
I remember collecting these ferns in my woods, bringing them home, and carefully placing them in stacks of heavy books. Then came the waiting. It took a lot of self-control to wait for those ferns to flatten and dry. They were so beautiful I wanted to use them right away. But I knew if I applied them to the canvas to soon it would create a mess that I would surely regret. Waiting is sometimes hard but absolutely necessary for success.
