In the early days of working on the mouse series, my wife remarked that brown fall leaves tumbling along the ground in the wind sometimes looked like scurrying mice.
I got an idea for a room full of larger-than-life mice and leaves, a vertiginous, immersive tableau of movement and detail. So! I began work on a leaf series in conjunction with the mice.
This was the third of the leaves, torn and curled maple with a hole through it that allowed for some work with negative space.