Oil on black canvas, 12x36
When you drive out West, this is what you see, day after day, mile after mile. Sometimes there are mountains behind the hills. Sometimes there are hills behind the hills. Sometimes you're on such high plains that, basically, you're in the clouds.
I love this. I love the empty highway, the horizons that stretch away forever, the sun-bright fields and scrub and the way the clear, clean light heightens the colors, lengthens the shadows, brings my heart and soul to life.
It's a tough place, a lonely place, a hard place, surely, to build a life. Winters are long and very cold, summers are brutally hot, jobs are scarce. But spring and fall bloom in the West with rich colors, gorgeous foliage and the promise of our best America.
Found the dogs' favorite town...
Dog of the Day
Met this puppy this summer in Omaha. Bet he's all grown up now!
A Final Thought
"Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag."
- Laurie Halse Anderson