Autumn always has its own set of colors. Deep earths and clays, deceptively masked as the center of an old fire.

But really, when I start drawing with Autumn in mind, I usually have only warm thoughts.

Bonfires, sweaters, Laying down on beds of leaves. Mushroom stews and Miso Nabe.

Coming inside on a cold November afternoon to the wonderful warmth of a house filled with family and friends.

These ideas take over a form and use their colors to conjure up memories. I think sometimes that memories can take a real form and start moving along. Thats part of what these drawings are, emotions and memories, ideas picking themselves up and replicating. They spread like a robotic colony of bacteria.

Held in check by the colorful forms of autumn memory.