In The Fields On A Hot Mid-Western Summer's Day.

This is a painting about feeling the heat...and no, the canvas is not square...and yes, that's on purpose.

Last week sucked. I'll just throw it out there. We were busy at work, it was too hot to sleep well, and I was simply stressed out. This painting, I suppose, is a reflection of all that. The representation of the bull, on one hand powerful, here looks awkward and strange. Weak and a bit unsteady. The ticks and marks on the background expressing the constant annoyance of flies, sweat, discomfort....where nothing is horrible, it just seems that everything is on your nerves....The physical distortion of the canvas, displaying the skewed mental state...the sharp edge of decency you straddle, any sound or smell a thorn in your foot...and then the absolute lack of setting. The room? doesn't matter. Inside or outside? Doesn't matter. With friends? doesn't matter...the only subject...the only setting...the only thought is the heat...