Lovely pastoral scene emerges in a haze of earth-tones, umbers and ochres, in textures of gravel, dirt and weedy grass. A scatter of porches wrap low shacks, crumpled like neglected crones; decrepit over-stuffed sofas, dented tin-ware, a bottomless chair repeat in endless patterns.
Barns the size of wizened old men huddle beside field stubble: a splash of cad orange muted by Payne’s gray. Quaint sepia tractor, its snaggle-toothed tines dusty with sienna rust, grows from the ground beneath a frieze of cyan sky.
A film of heat shades all to impersonal shapes and dabs of impressionist abstraction, a wash of broken brushstrokes—until the odor of manure and pig slop, fanned by wingbeats of chickens, raucous rooster calls to a backdrop of braying hounds renders life out of art.