Wheat Fields with Reaper at Sunrise
This painting is not only a visual representation of a wheatfield, it’s also a physical depiction. I feel the heat from the summer sun beating down on a dying landscape. I see the blasts of hot wind whipping the wheat heads around in circles. I feel the man’s clothes sticking to my own skin as he works.
I’m glad I have air conditioning.
The sky is alive in this painting. Stars shining, moon glowing, and, whether it’s the Milky Way or the wind, I see space moving across the Earth at night.
This is the sky I saw each night as a child. I miss it.