The leaves are falling. Or rather, they are being driven from the branches by a steady and merciless wind and rain. I am in the later stages of my residency here, and the falling leaves and shorter days have brought to the forefront of my consciousness that this residency, like the season, shall end.
I arrived here in late summer and its days of high heat and intense sunlight. Autumn brought cooler temperatures, and I began to venture on long, meandering walks down county roads, where each turn brings beautiful vistas and intimate encounters with livestock. The mind expands to accommodate this new world: an image enters, a memory flashes, and the two stream into each other, perhaps remaining vividly present through the walk, perhaps submerging, to be recalled at a later time. And somehow I am left feeling both intensely transported and deeply rooted to the earth.
Today, however, I watched from the window in studio as the yellow and red leaves streamed downwards, framed on either side by two paintings I am working on. The past two weeks have been especially productive as I consider my goals for the second half and end of my residency. In the first two months, I worried that I wasn’t getting enough done in the studio- so many inchoate works leaned against the walls. Now I am glad that I spent so much time wandering outside, reading in the nearby cemetery, just thinking- I can see how it has transformed my work and entered it in unexpected ways. And grateful that I could have the time to do so in this beautiful place.