Bonsai Drawings
My passion for nature is very broad. It raises the question of whether it is always ethical what I do to some plants to tell my story and make my point. On the other hand, we also cut and cook plants in our kitchens because we need to eat.
One of my lifelong passions has been bonsai. I still vividly remember a large bonsai in the dojo where I trained. It was there for only a week or two, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Besides redrawing Looney Tunes characters from the popular Flippo’s in Smiths (now Lay’s) chips, I was already drawing trees, plants, and bonsai.
Over the years, I have created many drawings in various media. In this portfolio, I have gathered all my bonsai and related drawings. This is the first time I am sharing these works online. Bonsai has always been a beloved subject and resonates with many people, making these (often smaller) drawings widely appreciated.
A Bonsai Grows in a Sketch
What began as a scattered thought — a random sketch — slowly gathered roots. From graphite spirals and imagined vessels, a bonsai emerged: aged, textured, and alive with quiet tension.
This piece captures the moment of becoming — when doodles deepen, lines find form, and an accidental drawing turns deliberate. A tree too small to be ancient, too old to be young. Balanced between chaos and care.
Study of a Bonsai – Needle Draft
Twisted trunk, weathered and bare — yet at the tips, something stirs.
This drawing captures a bonsai caught between stillness and renewal. The branches speak of age and resilience, while sparse green needles suggest hope, hesitation, or the earliest stirrings of spring.
With each line, the tree resists perfection. Instead, it leans into character — shaped not only by time and tools, but by choice. A living sculpture in waiting.
Weeping Bonsai
Drawn with delicate weight and patient repetition, this bonsai cascades downward in veils of foliage. Each strand echoes a rhythm — not of chaos, but of surrender. The trunk twists upward with grace, yet the leaves always fall.
This is not a tree that reaches.
It gathers.
It listens.
It weeps without sadness.
A study in restraint, flow, and the beauty of gravity.
Weeping Bonsai | Detail
