As a close observer of ponds, I’m particularly attached to the multitude of colors and flotsam that seep into the pond in late September and early October. Every shade of red, vestigial greens, and notes of burnt ocher and sienna. Autumn Falls In is about the way everything seems to end up in the pond – every pine needle and maple leaf, every patch of blue sky and cloud,
The painting took a few years to finish. I worked on it and sent it to a gallery, then recently reworked it again when it came back to the studio. A year or two can make a huge difference in the way one sees something – both what one actually sees, and one’s skill’s for interpreting what’s seen. Autumn Falls In, the first version, is below. You’ll note that there was less red, and the larger, floating maple leaves are more numerous and lighter in tone in the final version (above). I also increased the “light” in the painting for a less somber mood.