Autumn: Girls with Leaves
Egg tempera on gesso panel, 18 x 18"
My childhood home was ringed with oak trees and surrounded by woods. Thus, leaves were a major component of life in the autumn. We raked them, burned them, collected them, pressed them between waxed paper, wrote reports about them. I can remember the rustle of the dried leaves as I trekked up the hill on Hubbard Avenue to my friend Allison's house. There is no other sound like it. A favorite game was to take a running start and dive into the mountains of leaves raked up by my long suffering father.