In Iowa the wind is an almost constant companion. When it’s absent it’s missed. The lack of a cool breeze on a muggy day, or the insects that won’t leave us alone that the breeze will blow away, make us wish for even a slightest breeze. When it’s blowing so hard it will knock you over, we wish it would go away. As always with Iowa weather, we have trouble finding the sweet spot in the middle. These paintings are my response to the landscape around me and the wind that shapes it.
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