Under The Fig Tree
in the hills in the little finca, Spanish farmhouse, where I
lived, along the road there were two huge fig trees. They didn't
grow up to the sky, but rather, horizontally. Their powerful
branches and limbs spread out about thirty feet.
morning I was fascinated by the sheer power of their branches.
The trees were full of fruit, and they had a kind of dianphanous
look because their leaves were sparse and their branches and
limbs were glimmering against the intense blue sky in kind of
Oriental movement. Each time I walked about, and looked at them,
I always imagined these trees full of children, all over the
trees, running sitting, hanging, jumping - on those strong branches.
years I was carrying this image of these trees...inside. Finally,
when I got to the task and painted it, I realized that I had
to fill the ground below. When I painted "Dejeuner sur l'Herbe"
below, the whole picture sprang to life.