Poetics of the Landscape
Each season brings with it a certain beauty. For me that season is late autumn. At this time of the year bucolic scenes of summer give way to patterns of abstraction as the mist hovers over the countryside, both obscuring and giving form, revealing the geometry of the dormant land. The trees, having shed their leaves become graceful silhouettes. In turn, roads no longer hidden by summer leaves become elegant lines and curves, appearing in the distance to entwine with streams and rivers like a musical chord first played by the strings then taken up by the woodwinds. Muddy tracks become patterns of possibilities, leading not only to a destination, but also to a revelation of intricate forms. As a result of the autumn mist, I see the landscape anew.