Autumn is a season that is usually associated with something sad, transient and caducous, lacking in light. For me it’s not like that, it just has to be seen with different eyes. It’s a gateway to new seasons and new experiences. Its “non-light” light is everywhere, it rests on every leaf, hanging or fallen, with its November hue. The tree that is being stripped of its leaves and the bare branches are not sad, on the contrary they are dressed in gold and rubies. They dress up for a feast. A feast of color as rich and original as an author’s canvas. Foliage is a sign of rebirth, beauty and change. We, too, should learn from the autumn leaves and wrap ourselves in color, to celebrate, and to live the passage of time as a cycle that is renewed every year, and that is rich in novelty.
