combines all of my seemingly necessary elements to portray both the beauty and the mystery of the approach of autumn and, subsequently, winter. I feel the change of seasons in every bone, the rhythms of which are so necessary to my well-being. The items: my antique turquoise green chair, chippy with old paint and covered in decals; a vine wreath formed from our own vines and, of course, pumpkins, whose shape, color and flavor so appeal to me. The problematic crux in such a work is to suggest the encroaching darkness by eliminating the lighter, fun-filled colors of a summer work. I was desirous of an entwining dark and light pattern that seems almost unachievable.