I have always loved winter; the trees reveal their true underlying forms, their skeletons. The branches become a map for the eye to follow through the sky; the emptiness of the sky provides places of rest for the eye. In these works it has been important for me to balance positive and negative space, playing emptiness and fullness against one another, providing places of great detail and nothingness in contrast. My palette is subtle – ranging from browns to greys and greens, with the occasional blue. ~Alexandra N. ShermanMany of the trees I encounter have anthropomorphic qualities. Their trunks act as spines, their branches thrust upward like arms, or in some cases downward. A protuberance from the trunk becomes the thrust of a hip. I see figures in the trees twisted and pulled in seemingly impossible directions, and I feel they mirror human postures fraught with emotion.I spent the last year living in Buenos Aires, a city full of incredible trees. I was dealing with and worrying about a life or death medical issue with someone very close to me during my sojourn in the city. I could not help but see my own angst reflected in the trees as I wondered about the city. In my paintings the branches alternately take on different aspects; sometimes they are arteries and the bronchial branches of lungs, or rivers on a map, others they are hands reaching out imploringly. They are all maps for my eyes to travel through the sky.