The sight of this first tinge of leaves turning colour made me recall an adventure many years ago.
In the late autumn when most of the leaves had fallen and people who did not want to use them as compost had put them out by the road in bags to be collected by the city (who would turn them into compost and offer this back to the public) I wandered my neighbourhood and carefully chose bags of leaves, by colour, and carted them back home. Twenty or so bags.
The large front garden area was in the process of being turned into a habitat and that became my canvas. I made a painting with those leaves. Very large brush strokes using hands and arms as the brush. Design more than image.
When it was finished, I enjoyed the sight from the ground, walking around - and through - the art piece. It was even better standing on the verandah and then the picnic table. I eyed the roof but it was quite steep. Wings would have been a nice option.
The wind changed it. And the rain; the changing seasons. The painting settled into the ground and enriched the soil. The memory cheers me now.
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Posted by: Retro Jordans | September 10, 2010 at 06:45 PM