It’s early morning, the moon is dangling in the sky behind the withered rose hips, making the dew drops glittering in the grass. The mist hides the rest of the world and makes it hard for the sunlight to break through. On the field I can see the faint outline of trees and a stone, now it’s a hare trying not to be seen.
This is the feeling I wanted to capture in this set of six watercolors. The stillness of the grey autumn when all the pretty leaves have dropped and the world seems to be asleep. For many years I found this time of year very hard, the lake of light, warmth and colors. But this morning I saw. They were still there, not as bright or vibrant but muted, understated and comforting.
