Most of autumn I hate. It’s the rain-soaked doorstep to winter. Bare trees, cold weather, and the beginning of the most stressful time of year for many folk…the Holidays, with a capital H. As in Hell.
But there is a little sliver in time between the end of the summer weather, and the really dark days as we approach the shortest day of the year.
October. Beautifully colored trees, fresh ripe apples, and the accompanying cider. Not to mention Halloween. I really envy those kids trick or treating. Not that I want the candy, but I would like to break loose and run all over the neighborhood in some kind of scary costume.
I’ve been putting together a calendar of my work, and noticed I didn’t have many fall pix: Just this from a while ago:
Its resolution isn’t good enough for publication.
So, with next year in mind, I bring you “Last One Standing’, the sketch.
Imagine a love story, of a beautiful young man and woman, full of passion, the usual sex, drugs, and rock n roll…..living together, not living together, other women, other men… And the young man dies in the end.
It would make a great movie, but it was hell to live through. It’s the story of my first love. Now that I’ve been in a relationship currently for several years,it’s time to let go of the past.
Which means, having recently found my old love’s sister, I’ll be sending her this drawing of my love I did from snapshots after he passed. It’s a work I think of as one of my best. So, time to move on and send it on….to a home where it can be openly loved.
It all started with my friend suggesting I do a picture of the door in this photograph:
And so, because of my life experiences at the time…..it became a picture of a vacant living space, signifying the changes we all go through in life. I meant it to be sad, more of a winsome look at breaking with the past.
But this morning when I looked at it, I thought “Mon Dieu!” (pardon my French), that’s downright cheerful. Then I realized, the flip side of sad changes is new possibilities, and a much more healing way of thinking of change.
Just a note, this is the second time a song moved me enough to influence my work. The first was “Fields of Gold”, a Sting song, for which I produced this:
This time, as a long time Paul Simon fan, I was struck by the song “Dazzling Blue”, so out the door into the unknown I chose to make the color a brilliant blue.
So, without anymore chit-chat, I present: “Moving”