Growing up in southern New England was a treat for a young boy attracted to the darker side of things. I was entranced by horror movies with wooded scenery and haunted forests. To have that atmosphere in your back yard was nothing short of amazing. There was always a point at the end of Summer when things would start to change. The air became cooler and had a crisp identity all its own. You could tell that fall was on the way, right around the corner. It was that transition I would look forward to each and every year.
Once October hit, the streets were dusted with dry leaves that would rustle upon a gentle breeze giving birth to one of my favorite sounds. There was excitement in the air as house after house would spend countless hours decorating their property with ghoulish visuals. By the time Halloween would hit, the entire neighborhood would be lit up as if it were some sort of hellish version of Christmas. Kids and adults would plague the streets in costume visiting each other. We all knew which houses were the best to hit, and which ones to stay clear of surrounding rumors of hauntings or even demonic possession.
All of these aspects would roll into one indescribable feeling that kept with you as age climbed higher numbers. Its a feeling I latched onto and would always use to express whatever creative medium I was working in. Whether it be a painting or even a song, it became my goal to try and translate the same emotion through an idea. This became the essence of what Autumns Eyes represents. The season itself provides an inexhaustible well of inspiration. Its what makes me pay attention to all the little things such as crickets chirping in the distance, or an owl howling at the moon. These are all elements of what made me who I am today.