when the colour goes in autumn i get sad. it's time to turn inward. my field of observation narrows to the circle of light from the lamp. for the next few months i have to rely on my imagination. on my photographs. on my sketchbook notes for inspiration. yesterday i dyed fleece the colours of the birch leaves on the still green grass. and the fuchsia - the last of the hanging plants to still be blooming. and that's it...
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