‘the pathless wood’.
The title is a reference to a line from ‘Birches’, a poem by Robert Frost.
..when I’m weary of considerations,And life is too much like a pathless wood..
When life feels like that, I go for a walk, usually in the woods nearby. This painting started as a watercolour sketch in one of my sketchbooks that I developed as a woodcut print. I then revisited it last year as a large pastel. I kept the 2:1 height to width format throughout.
From sketchbook to finished pastel painting:
