As I child I liked to rake up a large pile of leaves and lay down in it. Resting in a deep, soft, sweetly scented pile of fall leaves was soothing. The beautiful color of the leaves enhanced the experience. As an adult I look out in my yard at the fallen leaves and imagine myself laying down and relaxing in them. Now as an artist I have chosen a pile of bright yellow leaves as a visual representation of tranquility.
In Hole Filled with Leaves I show the grave that holds my father's ashes filled with yellow leaves. The depth of the pile of leaves in the hole is important, even if the viewer cannot see the leaves toward the bottom of the pile. The depth is there to evoke that sense of tranquility. Yellow was one of my father's favored colors. We put yellow flowers in his real grave. I imagine that most viewers will not see this image as a grave but more as a lovely depiction of beautiful fall leaves. That is the memory I would prefer to leave.