
The 7th in the Bird on a wire series. The sky being the star again.

The 7th in the Bird on a wire series. The sky being the star again.

The preponderance of the great and sacred in the company of the ordinary and profane. That’s what this series is arguing.

Third in the striated series on paper.



I keep returning to the subject matter that I often refer to as nothingness. A seemingly empty sky on a field of 136 day old corn and a murmur of Starlings coming to perch.

Sometimes I have to turn away from a current series and do something completely different. Today it was black and white cityscape day. We have been to London three times in the last two years, renting a flat for a week with friends, then traveling on. Last fall it was a week in the Cotswolds. Loved!

36×36 oil paint on gallery wrap canvas

Driving around central Iowa during the early harvest and you often will find a group, a grumble, or a chattering of starlings in the fields.

I recently added the birds to this painting, which was earlier posted as Early Corn. This version is much more desirable to be around.