About once a year I manage to complete a large-format landscape, and this year, I have finished just in time to let it dry and varnish it for the holiday season.
The field in front of my house has supplied me with endless inspiration as I have watched it turn from the fallow field (my painting “Pozzie’s Field,”) to a producing cornfield.
This year, the farmer responsible for the successful corn planting, Buck Johnston, invited my husband and me out to the field to pick ears under the rising Harvest Moon. It was something I will not forget — the way the wind sounded in the corn and how the huge yellow moon swam above the golden pollen stalks of corn in the rushing darkness.
The few ears we gathered were brought inside and in a day or so, we shucked it and ate it. It tasted awesome.