My Autumn

My Autumn is a state of depth and settling. It is not an ending, but a moment of gathering—of memories, emotions, and traces of what has been lived. Green still dominates, but it is darker, heavier, saturated with time. It carries life that slows down, but does not disappear.

The red and dark marks appear like inner embers—traces of emotions that have passed through me and left their imprint. They do not shout; they pulse quietly, like memories that surface without warning.

The surface is layered, scratched, full of movement and scars. Each line is a gesture, each texture an experience. Nothing is completely hidden, yet nothing is fully revealed. This is a time of acceptance and honesty.

For me, My Autumn is an inner landscape—rich, complex, and mature. It is the beauty of accumulation, of lived experience, and of what remains when the noise fades.