“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
― Albert Camus
‘The Last Golden Leaves on November Autumn Trees’
The swirling leaves caught up in the tumultuous voice of the wind, as it encourages the conversations of the trees. Forests left barren and bare as leaves of browns, oranges, and reds scatter the air in a harmonous dance, as the final golden leaves are left alone on the last branch. Our influence for this piece was from windy season of Autumn, with an array of different coloured leaves covering our paths.
“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath