We came whirling out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust… The stars made a circle, and in the middle, we dance. Rumi

Every man should bathe one night in the absolute darkness of the prairie. A waterfall of stars cascades from above and the wind gently whispers in your ear to let it be. Here there are no worries, no fears, no admonishments to complete things. Rather a solemnity and a nudge to partake in something much larger. This piece has wheat from a family farm near Natoma, Kansas entombed in stone texture to create a cascade of dark stars along with acrylic, tarry earth pigments and iron oxidized to rust. SOLD to an amazing collector.