Acrylic on Canvas
24 x 48 x 1.5 in
2016 Hunting Art Prize Finalist
Thick, golden grass waves on the endless horizon of the American farm. Three meadowlarks flutter about the well-traveled tin man. Like a wandering soul from a Steinbeck novel, the rambler takes time to muse. There is pathos in his eyes. Does he pause before leaving or does he finally find rest?
One lark perches on his hand in the present moment. One flies off into an unknown future. The other bird bears a key from the past. The key and the weather-white house stand as that idea of home, whether it’s truly before our eyes or only in our hearts.