Fading

This is a simple autumn leaf, picked up next to my mail box on a windy October morning.

 

Falling leaves have always been one of the biggest metaphors in my life; while all leaves eventually die, they are still beautiful in their after life, if not more so than when they were alive. Like the leaves, I like to think that some of the fondest moments in life are best enjoyed long after they happened, as memories.

This drawing was done using color pencils, and a desk light to cast a strong shadow.