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I remember the field,
how it stretched forever
in the Wizard of Oz,
scarlet petals waving
like they knew something
we didn’t.
A trap,
a hush wrapped in danger.
But here,
there is no wickedness.
No spell.
Only rest.
The poppies sway gently,
like a lullaby hummed
without words,
just the rhythm of letting go.
A soft place
between the striving
and the arrival.
Dreams drip
from the edges of the petals.
Sleep isn't sabotage here,
it's sacred.
A moment to lie down,
breathe deep,
and let the journey
wait.
These poppies don’t stop me.
They steady me.
They whisper,
even on the way to something great,
you are allowed to pause.
So I do.
I close my eyes,
wrapped in a yellow brick haze,
and let the world blur.
~ Autumn Hunter
The beauty of doing things your own way
And soaking in the benefits
~ Autumn Hunter
The gentle emergence of springtime bringing whispers of hope after a long, dark winter's sleep.
An often overlooked towering plant of the Appalachian region, Native Americans brewed a tea from the roots of the Sweet Joe-Pye Weed to treat fever, cold, chills, sore womb after childbirth, diarrhea, and liver and kidney illnesses.
After receiving inspiration on a trip to the mountains of North Carolina, I wanted to create a collection about how the quietude and complexity of the outdoors can bring peace and clarity of mind. Every piece in this collection is meant to allow you to step into a moment of rest, silence the mental chaos, and gain new perspective in the beauty of nature.
~ Autumn Hunter
The muse.
Autumn Hunter is a mixed media artist based in Raleigh, North Carolina where she explores themes of rest, independence, and belonging. Her figurative work focuses on feminine independence and having the courage to break away from expectations you haven’t agreed to, while her floral work is a return to her roots. It hones in on finding rest in family, nature, and having a deep sense of belonging in community. Hunter enjoys expanding both bodies of work to feel a sense of emotional balance, straddling both independence as a woman and strong family ties as a mother, wife, and daughter.
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Cut the noise and learn to rest in the moment. Breathe. The work can wait.
I see a man with a tinge of regret in his face. A sudden flashback of memories that led up to this point. It may have started with one puff, but now it's a lifestyle.
This painting isn't an anti-nicotine PSA. It's a reflection of the nasty habits we let creep into our lives. The behaviors and beliefs we say are not a big deal, but deep down actually scare us a little.
What does the man do after this moment? Does he make a life change? Or does he ignore this fleeting feeling of regret, and keep strolling down the dark street?
I don't think that's my business. But we can wonder...
~ Autumn Hunter
Frivolous yet intense.
Explosive yet subtle.
Seduction and innocence.
The sting of a mantle
That only you can carry.
The weight of love
That only you can bear.
Sugar and spice,
Sweetness and indulgence
Growing into woman
Blossoming into me
With growing pains, birthing pains
Creating resilience and refinement.
~ Autumn Hunter
The rain doesn’t wait for clouds to cover the sky.
It falls freely, a hush of silver tapping against my skin
while the sun still kisses my face,
warm and steady,
like it never got the memo.
The ground breathes deep,
smells of earth rise up,
rich, wet, alive.
Brown in every shade,
from soft clay to scorched bark,
soaked and shining.
And then a slash of sky blue,
bright as a breath held too long,
cuts across the moment
like cool-toned lightning,
startling, beautiful,
a reminder that contrast is what catches our attention,
what creates these rare moments
that distract us from our distractions.
I stand in it all,
sun on my cheeks,
rain in my eyes,
knowing some things
can’t be explained.
Only felt.
~ Autumn Hunter