Inside Out 36”x54” oil on linen 2018 by Paula Martiesian
For me fall is a bittersweet time of year. I love the long hot days of summer with birdsong that wakes you at 4 a.m. and gardens that grow wild. The days are shorter now. The leaves and the temperature are falling with alarming regularity, but we are New Englanders. We grumble and groan, then we go to Job Lot and buy hand warmers and leaf bags.
Me, I stretch a canvas and try to capture that last bit of gold clinging to a tree. There is such stunning beauty before winters strips the world of color. The sky has so many moods, it astounds me with its quicksilver character changes from foreboding grey to clairvoyant blue.
But it is the angle of light that provides autumn drama. Each day closer to the solstice marks a lower angle of the sun. Shadows frame the landscape with a deep amber glow. Light has no physical weight, nothing a scale could measure, and yet it touches everything and changes our perception of the world with its slightest shift.