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.