Original artwork description:

In the late fall, when the cornfields have all been reaped, there is an organic mess that carpets the land. It takes me to a place in my youth when my friends and I would run through cornfields for hours, getting lost, finding each other, and disappearing again. There was always a faint darkness to it all, a lack of sun and swirling of wind, leaves from the adjacent forest rustling in a dry scratchy dance. For such a bleak time (as late fall is in the Northeast US) it is ripe with activity, life and death, and a smell of earth and decay. It is magic.

Materials used:

Acrylic

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