Sunday, November 20, 2011

Sunflower Field

I am missing the fields full of sunflowers now that winter has arrived. There is something magical about living somewhere where you can tell what month it is by what's growing (or not) in the fields. When your dinner conversation involves "they harvested the tomatoes today" or "the sunflowers are now gone", you feel a connection even if you're not actually farming the land. For me, it makes the passing of time less jarring..more fluid. A continuum.

Sunflower Field
oil on wood block
4 x 6"
lightly varnished + signed
contact me for availability

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