i refer to the homestead act in my work often. where i grew up, homesteads dotted the valley and surrounding hills.
homesteaders came there with hopes of a better life and some achieved that. many did not. they toiled the land and tried to make a living but Life was very hard in those days.
all that remains are a few weary apple trees and daffodil patches.
i paint little houses in the landscapes as a tribute to those pioneers.
fog is rolling in, 2013, enc, 12 x 12
someone is waiting, 2013, enc, 12 x 12
a man who dreams of a tree. a tree who dreams of a bird. a bird who dreams of a man.