I stood in a shower of leaves that came clattering down like heavy raindrops. Later on I saw them gliding through the air like a flock of birds. I gathered up some of the brightest yellow ones as I wandered… and by the time I reached my chosen site, some of them had already turned quite brown. Here’s the work I made, called ‘Fall’.
A few days later, I’m back in the woods again – to catch the one day of the week I knew would be warm and sunny.
Always the underlying peace and silence amidst the multitude of quiet woodland sounds – wind, air, water, leaves birds…
Walking into the blinding sun, its rays tangible, like a white ghost
Coming back down the steep track was hazardous – the ground thick with slippery wet leaves, puddles, mud and nasty-looking stones.
I stopped halfway down and spent an awfully long time collecting golden leaves. Then I went off elsewhere and spent another awfully long time collecting some more. Then I spent an awfully short time making the piece pictured below. I soon saw I hadn’t got the poetics quite right, and planned to come back the following day to do a better version: Version 2.
I didn’t, of course.