Sea of Stalks, 10 a.m., oil on canvas, 11×14
THE SWELLING SEED HEADS of the grasses bend beneath their own weight, swaying seductively in a soft breeze. To enter is to be pulled into a rolling wave of slender parting, closing stalks and leafy, knife-tipped grass blades harboring millions of lives; absorbed in the folds of the crackling meadow, without beginning, middle, or end.
Part three of a series. Click on image to enlarge.
