In Suspended Autumn, the leaves remain between sky and earth, held in a quiet state of becoming. Hand-formed from copper fabric, each element gathers light gently, warming, dimming, and deepening with time.

Patina forms like breath upon metal, marking passage rather than decline. Nothing collapses; nothing disappears.

This is not about falling.

It is about surrendering

the stillness within change,

and the grace of transition.