Autumn J Morris, The Twisted Root
Little did I know that day at the lake would change my life forever. As I stood on the lake's bank with my family, I looked down and there at my feet was an image of an American Bald Eagle.
To my eyes, it was just a piece of driftwood, but in my eyes (a surrealism artist) I saw a vision in the shape of the wood, that of an eagle, complete with a feathered head, a wicked eye and a hooked beak.
As I reached down and picked it up, I remember getting chills and a little dizzy and lightheaded, as I realized this was exactly what I was going to do with my artistic talents.
At the moment, looking around now at all the wood scattered as far as I could see, I had discovered that there were animals in the natural shape of tree roots and that I had found a new canvas to paint.