The anthropomorphic tress of Alexandra N. Sherman

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. Shermanb22968e83870bb7a8e176e365cb5cf1dMany 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.5fc02d46cd47b83d7f35b34513825e37I 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.e54f994dd1a6454e3764cbd5ce8c031a c54a6db691d6e401499d0511fbf08fac c2bd54ca14d4a3bb32ba561e760f9660 314ddb91a7e2e19d26572c7e3c860da7 46f3789bed0b57b71a2a42dc9527fe0e 19d7e619d4bb2b59992a26e87d55c842 5c54687d3aa3853dcc0b7eea96e7f5c6 2b2ed9b29b8e3f5d7df68c028b858b8b 1b03c150fd5ab66267aadecd456db40c 0c9094cb48f6fc536e6fbbb29022a532