Les Feuilles Mortes No.4 - Ascot
Orange-brown hues of Autumn Leaves, Featherweight Linen and Silk, 22cm x 150cm, woven and handmade in Ireland.
New York in the Fall. A train ride out from the city.
We pass through the woodlands amidst the falling leaves.
Each one drifts, unique like a snowflake, glowing, backlit in the Autumn sun, the orange and terra cotta tones give way to glimpses of green, the last dance of the season, giving life to the soil.
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Orange-brown hues of Autumn Leaves, Featherweight Linen and Silk, 22cm x 150cm, woven and handmade in Ireland.
New York in the Fall. A train ride out from the city.
We pass through the woodlands amidst the falling leaves.
Each one drifts, unique like a snowflake, glowing, backlit in the Autumn sun, the orange and terra cotta tones give way to glimpses of green, the last dance of the season, giving life to the soil.
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Orange-brown hues of Autumn Leaves, Featherweight Linen and Silk, 22cm x 150cm, woven and handmade in Ireland.
New York in the Fall. A train ride out from the city.
We pass through the woodlands amidst the falling leaves.
Each one drifts, unique like a snowflake, glowing, backlit in the Autumn sun, the orange and terra cotta tones give way to glimpses of green, the last dance of the season, giving life to the soil.
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
