The Autumn Series
Wall mountable 4x4" Stretched Canvas blocks
set of 5 $75.00
Fall has come and is almost gone and I hardly noticed it.
Growing up in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia I always loved the fall weather most. The brilliant scarlets and the shocking lime yellow of trees balanced the rust wheat and sienna of dead grasses and the naked trunks of trees. The crisp air wakes you up and you begin to notice that it's dark when you rise and dark when you get home. Dreams of logs in the fire and hot chocolate and quiet evenings return.
My friends all tease me because my own clock is tuned to the sun. I wake when it rises and I am ready to crawl into bed at dark. (Which is about 5:30 pm as the winter rolls through.) I could say its the result of maturity but I've been like this all my life.
But now its almost Christmas and I feel somehow I've missed the fall. Our weather has been strange and I've lost count of the days. I guess I'm going though one of those spells of introspection reminding me that life is a gift. I have so very much to be grateful for: Friends, Talents, a wonderful life partner, and the joy of creating. Painting for me is the ultimate gift back to the world around me. So for today I will stick my head outside and acknowledge the beauty of my little piece of the world and move ahead.