Flaming Autumn

In this canvas, the season reigns as a sovereign, draped in bursts of red, gold, and copper. The colors ignite like crowns of embers, evoking both celebration and the closing of a cycle. Each stroke suggests a falling leaf, turned into a gentle flame, as if nature itself were celebrating its passage toward winter. The wind—unseen yet felt—sweeps through the composition, carrying the murmur of harvests and the memory of radiant days. Here, the blaze is not destruction but transfiguration: a promise of rest, a preparation for rebirth. In this flaming twilight, Autumn reveals its wisdom: the teaching that every ending already carries a dawn within it.