It is beautiful to see the world anew
Every time I used to see a painting with a birch tree as ‘main subject’ or even as part of the background, I couldn’t resist a feeling of a cliche, something largely based on preconceptions regarding ‘landscaping standards’. A daub. Maybe not as obvious as a ‘deer on the heath’ or ‘swans in the pond’, but still a daub. Not even Jerzy Kossak, with his horse and birch-themed paintings could make me feel otherwise. Not even mentioning the Russian painters, who fairly often incorporated the tree into their theme. Of course, its’ presence may as well be required by the realistic landscape: during an open-air painting session it is difficult to pretend that birch trees are not there. There were some landscapes, otherwise magnificent pieces, that were completely losing their value to me if there was a birch tree looming somewhere in the background. I always indetified it with sentimental crafting, of little artistic value. It seemed to be saying: ‘look at these lovely trees! If I insert a pr