Superbloom

All of the spring talk about superblooms had me dreaming of scenes like this. If only the California coast had blossoming trees such as these…

While this scene certainly doesn’t exist along my foggy gray coastline, the drawing came about from a little doodle of a nearby landscape. Some trees towered above me while I was on a foggy morning stroll. Gravel crunched beneath my feet as groundcover clung to the dirt. A faint trace of a path seemed to stretch out towards some unknown destination. I felt like something must be hiding beyond the fog.

As the drawing evolved from a simple graphite sketch, color bloomed. I imagined living in a little wooden cabin beneath bright canopies.