I know, I know, everybody likes the weird little stories. I like ‘em too. They usually come to me as I’m working on the painting, and solidify into a pithy paragraph towards the end of the painting. I had another artist tell me once that he thought my paintings were like the punchlines to my jokes, and I’ve always thought that summed it up pretty well.
Occasionally, though, something comes along that doesn’t have a story, that’s just a pure visual. In this case, I just had this idea of a cliff, and high falls, but instead of water, a spill of tree roots. I really wanted a sense of…I guess, massiveness, or height, or something. I suspect that, given my recent doodles of houses built from tubers, and giant root cities and whatnot, that this takes place on the same world, probably the one with the Rootveldt, but I don’t really know much beyond that. I don’t do many landscapes, and this sort of thing, which requires more use of the airbrush than is usually my wont, comes out much more obviously digital than I usually go for, but still, whatever gets it out of my head! - Ursula Vernon