There is something almost ceremonial about Dawn Cooper's black cat perched atop harvest pumpkins, draped in trailing vines, surrounded by sunflowers and scarlet berries against a background of deep jewel-toned teal. Her folk-art-inflected style brings the season to its most saturated, enchanted self: every leaf mid-turn, every bloom at peak richness, gold stars scattered through the composition like afterthoughts of magic.
