A few weeks ago, I finally committed and styled a larch that I collected almost two years ago in March 2015. It was very strange, ugly and an easy piece to collect so I decided to give him a better life at the balcony. The alternative was a gooey and thick clay hell for soil, being stomped on by animals and agricultural machines alike and being outgrown by mere tall grasses that surrounded him, every year, poor fella.
He was very happy in and at his new home and without skipping a beat, he grew notably well. Strong new foliage appeared and towards the end of the second growing season, he was on par with talented gymnasts as he pushed himself out of the container with his own roots!
There was still one problem though, how the hell is one supposed to style something this aggressive? And, what could we do with something this ugly?
For the two years I have cared for this guy, I really had no idea what I could do with it as there seemed to be too many options available. This is usually, as bonsai artists, the sort of problem we want but as you grow closer to your trees and form a bond, cutting everything off sometimes can be difficult. Once it’s gone, it’s over and waiting years to grow something back is, a waste!
The tree now goes against several rules or traditions and before I styled this, I had to completely let go and just trust my intuition. I ended up having a great styling experience from not worrying about how others will view this tree and I am satisfied with how it turned out. I have a pot ready to go as soon as the buds push a little more. As we speak the temperatures have drastically plummeted here and so my anxiety over the weekend was relived. Imagine the feeling when you enter your cold frame to find some of your trees starting to wake up and not having a pot ready! This upcoming weekend the weather will change again and so I may be re-potting quite soon.
By no means is this really finished or the final look as with any bonsai. I do feel that as I continue to grow and nurture this tree my eye will catch something that may have appeared fine with me today but will seem stupid in a couple years. We’ll see.
Wishing you a warmer day than mine.
T*