A love affair begins. It was a pleasant, sunny morning. A perfect day to enjoy a walk and admire colorful autumn foliage. I’d never driven somewhere in the country to go “leaf peeping” but I enjoyed watching the trees change color. Who wouldn’t? It’s gorgeous.
So that day, I walked and admired the colors of the many varieties of trees on my street. On the way home, I picked up a vibrant red leaf that was on the sidewalk in front of me.
And then, once home, without thinking, I painted it, as if possessed. (My oil paints were out, luckily.) The process seemed robotic and effortless. Like an out-of-body experience. It was weird.
It wasn’t a particularly exciting leaf. However, that painting became my “first dollar.” You know how people display the first dollar they made? Well, that was the first leaf I painted. And so began my decade-long love affair with leaf portraits. (Friends and family endured my obsession. Read about it here.)
The evolution of my leaf painting (“first dollar” is the red one.)
As a result, I became ambitious and painted a couple of collections. Here’s one.
And so on through the years. Sometimes painting on wood.
In 2016, I discovered a paper which renewed my love affair with passion.
(My beloved Arches oil painting paper.)
The leaves seemed to lay on the paper as if newly fallen. I was smitten. (Limited few prints still available in the shop.)
Here’s a favorite from 2017. You can see the lovely torn edges of the paper.
Is it weird that I sometimes remember the tree or street where I found a certain leaf?
Here’s a recent one. Could it be the last? Quite possibly.
Somehow, I’m not as excited as I once was. Has my love affair waned?
Only 2019 will tell.