I was obsessed with cornfields last winter. I wanted to study them, shoot them (with a camera), paint them, etc. I am fascinated by patterns and rhythms found in nature, both originated by nature itself, and by the hand of man (or plow). Being still a novice oil painter, I was fairly happy to have captured the cold and stark feeling of this scene contrasted with the warmth of the old corn stubble.
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