HOME FROM THE FARM
This piece is available through
Xanadu Gallery in Scottsdale, AZ
About once a month, as a child, I would go with the family to visit my father’s parents for the day.
They lived on a farm in what I like to call …Grant Wood Farm Territory.
I would lie down in the backseat window, and watch the uniform hills and farms and lines of crops flash by, and try to count the telephone poles that created a regular pattern on my eyes.
I only discovered Grant Wood as an adult, and immediately recognized his landscape as my own from childhood.
This is nowhere that I ever lived, or ever saw or ever visited, and yet it is all of those amalgamated into the romantic memory of childhood.