Many years ago, I would simply walk out into nature, sit somewhere and start painting. I did almost all of my work outside and while this had its difficulties, I found that I always saw and experienced much more that way. This painting was an example, I was looking down at the multitude of fallen leaves when I saw this composition almost at my feet. So I started drawing right there on my watercolor paper. It took some time to complete but eventually I walked back home with something I felt was the beginning of an important painting. Much later and after many washes of thin watercolor, I finished what was for me a work that intimately connected me to the place I now call home.
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