Autumn Hunter Art

10/17/2026

Growing up, we’d always go to grandma’s house for Sunday lunch.

It was the biggest meal of the week, and everyone looked forward to it. Southern style. I can’t remember exactly what we had, but there were always biscuits.

And every Sunday, after that meal, my dad would lay back in the recliner with his hat on his face and fall asleep. That’s how Sunday afternoons felt.

Nothing to get done. Just taking a rest and enjoying life.

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10/14/2026

Somehow it always works out ✨🐔

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10/12/2026

Time, skill, and creativity. All luxuries.

10/10/2026

She was there in spirit 💕

10/09/2026

If your soul speaks this language… stick around.

10/06/2026

It’s not just the big moments.

It was the little ones too.

It was Blake trying to keep himself together while he read the letter sent from the woman he would marry in a few hours. It was opening her gift to him. Talking about how well she knows what he likes, and what he doesn’t. Having a b**r with the guys.

Those moments are worth remembering too.

10/05/2026

I always exhale when I look at this 💚

This is one of those paintings where the feeling has never expired for me. It’s just as alive and relevant every time I look at it.

“The Emerald Veil” is about the mystery of nature. How the beauty of the earth and the danger and unknown parts of it can exist at once.

I grew up in rural North Carolina where I would disappear for a few hours on weekends to go fishing or just walk through the woods by myself. The world can be both quiet and loud. Not the roar of cars on the highway, but the singing of crickets and bullfrogs. That’s what I love. The real white noise of nature that calms my nervous system, and yet leaves something to be desired…

Because nature doesn’t explain everything to you up front. It’s not just beauty and happiness. Not just Snow White singing with the animals. It’s also the coyote that hunted there last night when you weren’t around. The owl watching you from its burrow. The sapling struggling to emerge from the soil under your feet. The cottonmouth basking at the edge of the pond, so still and camouflaged you may never see it.

And in a way, that’s what adds to its beauty. It can never be fully known. We only see a portion… on our side of the emerald veil.