A simpler time and place
October is the month of change. This tree was the first to notice. It's time for bright colors to fade and reveal the deep copper compounds that were buried in the leaves.
Each night the tree glows; lit from beneath. Soon I'll show it to someone new. I'll show a new little girl how the colors change and the leaves fall, and the crunch-crunch sound they make when you step on them, especially the really big ones. I'll walk with her under the trees on cloudy nights when the sky is low and the barometer is high, and when the stifling air is given cool respite under lush cover, and when the branches are bare are white.
This little thing will never know a Terry Redlin type world, like I did. Did I really know it? I did. Frozen pools and crackling fires; sailing sticks down the canals; driving around looking for Christmas lights in the back with no seat-belts; I knew it. I'll try to make a world like this for her anyway, even if it's just inside our heads.
Each night the tree glows; lit from beneath. Soon I'll show it to someone new. I'll show a new little girl how the colors change and the leaves fall, and the crunch-crunch sound they make when you step on them, especially the really big ones. I'll walk with her under the trees on cloudy nights when the sky is low and the barometer is high, and when the stifling air is given cool respite under lush cover, and when the branches are bare are white.
This little thing will never know a Terry Redlin type world, like I did. Did I really know it? I did. Frozen pools and crackling fires; sailing sticks down the canals; driving around looking for Christmas lights in the back with no seat-belts; I knew it. I'll try to make a world like this for her anyway, even if it's just inside our heads.
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Four works by Terry Redlin (1937 - 2016)
Pause for a moment and return to a simpler time and place when the aroma of burning leaves in the fall air signaled the changing of seasons. It was a more innocent era before an expanding population created environmental concerns, and when harvesting of summer's foliage was a small town ritual. Careful observers will also see in this painting other fading memories from America's romantic past: the prominent town bulletin board, the flag positioned proudly outside the general store and the familiar Maple Drive and Elm Street.
Aroma of Fall | Redlin Art Center
