I was standing in the shallows of Ullswater one cold and cloudless morning, having composed this scene (minus the leaf) and praying for divine inspiration. Some leaves had gathered at the water’s edge behind me, including this one, a near perfect specimen. I couldn’t resist placing the beautiful leaf onto the rock, it compensated perfectly for the bland sky and offered a much needed main subject. To my eye, it made my image complete. Art is (in the words of Andy Warhol) “whatever you can get away with”.
I was standing in the shallows of Ullswater one cold and cloudless morning, having composed this scene (minus the leaf) and praying for divine inspiration. Some leaves had gathered at the water’s edge behind me, including this one, a near perfect specimen. I couldn’t resist placing the beautiful leaf onto the rock, it compensated perfectly for the bland sky and offered a much needed main subject. To my eye, it made my image complete. Art is (in the words of Andy Warhol) “whatever you can get away with”.