Was looking back through my older work, from grad school and the first couple years after, this weekend. This is not my favorite time of year. There's a lot I love about Fall, but the transition into it and the failing of Summer and the 'back to school' memories are all hard. I'd much rather live in Spring. But that seems often to surprise people who know my artwork, especially of that time period mentioned. The overripeness of fall and the alchemical decay to soil to new life process always seemed more interesting to draw.
This is the first in a series of paintings of my parents' compost pile, and also an experiment in layering drawing and gesso multiple times, and finishing with washes of oil.
9" x 12"__2008__oil and graphite on wood panel