Acrylic on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed certificate of authenticity.
Here in Australia autumn is obvious: the gutters fill with leaves, golden-brown and toasty. The golden ash, slowly strip themselves back to bony branches. The light thickens: some days, just before sunset, I walk through the streets and the air itself seems to glow.
Autumn always brings a gentle kind of melancholy to me, because of what it seems to augur. The year has turned serious - the high abandon on the early months, their sticky warmth and languor left behind, and the winter cold approaching.