Pastel on Paper. 8x10. 1987. While exploring the countryside I came across a crop I had rarely saw near my home. I was told it was milo, but never knew why it was grown and what food value it contained. I thought that it somehow looked foreign to the landscape. I saw it as oriental and rendered it that way.
Pastel on Paper. 8x10. 1987. I woke up and found that an early winter snowstorm had swept in during the night. The sky was gray and overcast and I remembered. I was not able to meet my obligations; I wanted to and would have but those that owed me could not pay. The boom was over and now many would face ruin. The harvest was past due and I too had been caught in the storm.
Pastel on Paper. 8x10. 1987. I woke up and found that an early winter snowstorm had swept in during the night. The crowded and dense corn was dead, and an early snowstorm had prevented the harvest. The sky was gray and overcast and it seemed to me that it was a picture of my life the last few years. I do not regret that it happened for there was much good that came from my experiences.
