Born Upon the Prairie

I was born upon the prairie, where the wind blew free, and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures, and where everything drew a free breath.” Great Comanche War Chief, Ten Bears

For an all too brief period on the western prairie, the land is bright yellow-green before hot weather settles in. At such time, nature reminds us to nourish ourselves and grow. It is a great re-birth.

This is my nod to verdant pastures, created with thick stone texture, acrylic paint, limestone, earth pigments, charcoal, rainwater and the ash of Cottonwood and Eastern Red Cedar. Cottonwoods favor watery, river places while cedars grow in arid conditions after their deep roots find water. Together, these prairie trees symbolize renewal.

This piece is on its way to a lovely collector in Kansas City.