Oil on Linen. 42x56. 1987. As I looked at the reflection in the back window of my pickup I gazed on another beautiful sunset. The colors and majesty of the tall standing corn satisfied my soul in a way that the corporate world I left could never do. For me, there would be no need to incorporate twice.
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.
