I've been sticking them in my wallet, my notes for work, and even in between unused pages of my sketchbook.
Transfixed eyes scan the ground everywhere I walk. I'll pick one up only to stop a few feet away, gasp, and pick up another and then another....people giving me strange looks along the way.
It's become an obsession of sorts. That (crazy) inner voice telling me, "Take them, Dean. Take them!"--and I do.
This year alone, I now have hundreds and hundreds of fall leaves pressed and saved.
This morning's stash after walking to my neighborhood bank!
Elm, oak, maple, it doesn't matter. I may choose a leaf for its intense color one day or its shape or size the next. It all depends on which leaves speak to me (crazy, remember?).
They're all part of a super-duper, top-secret art project I'm working on. Okay, two art projects. Maybe three.
As you can see I have an idea but it's not set in stone. I'm letting it evolve as it happens. But one project definitely involves paint....and possibly glitter.
I'm always on the lookout for leaves, Leaves, LEAVES!!