This is the last year I will see this tree and the leaves that grow on it.

All going well, I won't see them fall again, and I won't have to clear them up again. The people who lived in this house are gone now. The memory of the leaves are a memory of each years' growth signifying another year passing. I don't remember the leaves, just what their existence represented.

When I remember the house, the garden, the leaves; the memory will look like this; merging together, reinterpreted. The focus shifts from the leaves, to the sky, to the branches.

A real-time generative artwork.