I found that the transition to winter was a bit depressing. I viewed it in a way of the trees losing their leafs was akin to entering old age and starting to wrinkle and eventually die. I made a connection with the trees because I realised that they in some way reflect humanity in a way that they are born, enter their prime, start to grow old and then die. But they are seemingly infinite because they will repeat this process year after year.
Again, the black and white sketches reflect the absence of joy during the transition to winter, as we enter the twilight of the year.
