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 So i went without painting for about 3 weeks and then i painted this...it was a bit of a creativity explosion. I think autumn has that effect on me...I love fall!!! I stopped painting for a few days after the top version and then i continued on...I think that i might like the Before painting better....what do you think?Not that it matters because there's no going  back to the older version.
I actually still might work on it more because im not completely satisfied with it yet....im fairly content with the right side but Not the left side. If i happen to work on it more i shall do an update post.
What do you all think i should name the painting? I have zero inspiration in that area...

And i leave you with some lyrics to the song that plays in my head every time i see the colourful leaves flutter through the autumn air...

I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street,
take wing on the balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet.

You blushed as they scooped you up on sugar maple wings,
to gaze down on the city below, ablaze with wondrous things.

Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there.

I wouldn't wanna live there!

Weighed down by heavy lids and lunar lullabies,
I knew you were wide awake because you smile with your eyes.

Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there.

From the green belt balcony, the wildfires look so pretty.
Ponderosa canopy, I’d never leave if it were up to me.
To the ruby redwood tree, and to the velvet climbing ivy:
painted all mahogany, I’d never leave if it were up to me.

..If it were up to me..

With a starry brush, paint the dusk venetian blue,
because in the evening hush, you’ll never believe the view.
And when the leaves return and their whisperings fill the night,
they’ll freeze and burn where fire and ice collide.

Can you feel a silk embrace in the satin air?
If we dissolve without a trace, will the real world even care?
Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there.

I wouldn't want to live there!

I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street,
take wing on the balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet.-The Real World- Owl City


Oil on canvas
30cm x 40cm
For sale.