Hanging against the backdrops of past and present are the reflections of things that passed in summer, winter, spring and autumn. The latter as the season of saying goodbye, while it equally holds the promise of so much again.
It is saying goodbye to the old familiar of a summer, it is the mood of melancholy: the wistfulness, the laughter and a tear for what was, that was good, even if it was not always so. It's looking back to the past and yet being allowed to come back again, whether in a different form or not. It is the warming promise of a return, of returning.
As the light outside slowly changes and the sun gets lower, the days get shorter and the nights longer and winter time creeps closer from summer time, colours and light take on a deeper meaning.
A cocoon is spun from all that is old.
The peace of winter awaits. The golden hours of the shortening days enlighten the cocoon.
Autumn as a season is many things while still breathing tranquillity the promising calm.
It is impermanence, circularity that fuels each subsequent season's start.
Until the cocoon opens prospects of a new world and time. To fly out and set off into the world.
It was the time when the melting water of black snow gradually took on colour. The house overlooking a new horizon stands again on indestructible foundations. The question is what I want on the wall. The images I see pass by like a slide show against and in the.. Read more…