Friday, July 11, 2014
For those of you who don't know, I am an Iowa girl, born and raised. I make no bones about it, I am completely prejudiced when it comes to my love of Iowa - I see no other state that can compare. Yes, I know it is humid here - I have come to terms with the fact that for about three and a half months out of the year we will need to make various outfit changes per day because of the problem of sweaty clothes.
But I can't help it, every time I travel away and then return home, as soon as I pass over the state lines I am amazed all over again at the beauty of the state I call home. No, we don't have oceans, or even mountains. Ahh, but Iowa has miles and miles of lush green rolling hills of corn. And, of course, Iowa wouldn't be Iowa without our corn. And amongst all those beautiful fields awaiting harvest, are the creeks and rivers that bring life to quench the thirsty ground.
These are where my thoughts have taken me lately. Kind of strange, I know. But one other thing we have in Iowa (or I should say, had) is Grant Wood. Much of his amazing art was created about twenty miles from my front door. Of course that art in it's unique style, is full of the scenes that I was just talking about. Grant Wood was an Iowa boy who appreciated the beauty of this special place too! Lately I have been thinking about his lush paintings with the rolling hills and rivers.
This painting is my ode to him. I don't usually do landscapes - not really my thing. But when I sat before the white canvas this time, I envisioned the landscape of a flower (obviously my thing!). I tried to convey the flower as a landscape with rolling hills and valleys full of lush beauty. And of course I wanted to convey the veins that bring the very life to each petal. Without those veins bringing water to quench a thirsty plant, the petals shrivel up and die.
If you ever get a chance, I encourage you to visit Iowa in the summer. Note: bring lots of changes of clothes - the humidity isn't just a rumor. There is something about those lush green, rolling hills and rivers that words, or even pictures could never begin to capture.