More impermanent art on fallen leaves. Here, a sycamore. It’s a bit like writing a letter then burning it. There’s something very healing in drawing on a leaf, with certain intentions and feelings in mind, and then letting it go. Under the tree that it fell from, then into the river that keeps it alive. A very meaningful little ritual I can’t recommend enough. 💚
Although the summer is back (I intent to go swimming tomorrow 😅 ), I already see autumn is just around the corner. Some leaves are already bright red. The picture is from last year, but they are already looking nearly the same already this year.
Where I live, in the fall, the leaves on the trees change colour before they fall off the trees. If you live in a similar place, you'll be used to this. If you live where this isn't common, it's hard to imagine how vivid the colours are. This picture doesn't do proper justice, but it'll give you a bit of a sense.
People drive long distances to come visit, and walk around in the parks in our area. It really is something to behold.
As a freelance writer and photographer, the self-imposed pressure to stay at my desk and keep working is mighty strong. But I fought that part of one gorgeous day this week and went out to photograph fall color. Boy I’m glad I did, for the photos but also my well-being.
In this abstracted watercolor painting, two oak leaves in warm orange and yellow fall colors dance in an autumn breeze that drifts and swirls through the sky.
The first stuff I screen printed was onto linen (yes I don't know why I made things extra hard for myself). We made lampshades, cushions and tea towels.
And the first "range" I made (because I thought I had to make ranges) was called Cover Story. It was a design featuring trees, blowing leaves and a badger.
Here's a lampshade I printed in three colours as part of the Cover Story range.