This is another of those serendipitous encaustic paintings. I was just playing around, smearing and smacking and dragging and wiggling the wax-laden iron all over the paper… and this is what came about.
I see an atypical farmhouse beyond the ridge; it looks vaguely Japanese in style. In the foreground, there’s a just-picked radish or turnip or something. What does it mean that everything has taken on a green tint? Is there a tornado heading towards that little farmhouse? Should the veggie picker be concerned?
Shouldn’t you be telling me you want to buy this for your favorite coworker for Christmas?