The ice storm of last week is gone and we are back in Fall, my favorite season. I love the changes in plants. Aging stems giving over to the moisture and wind. Colors changing. Textures becoming crisper. Rustling seed heads. Withered fruits.
So I got my joy on and gathered up some of this bounty from my garden to make a wreath that captures the feeling of the dry gardens of the southwest.
These forms, lines, textures, and colors will appear in my art. I will see them in patterns forming in oil and cold wax paint, in textured boards and in underpaintings, and remember where I first saw them.