The FarmThis 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?