Oil on Canvas
This large painting represents the persistence of Nature to retake that which has been stolen from her. An old mill was falling into ruin. The land around it was being retaken by field flowers, rodents, snakes, owls nesting in the dead trees, and beautiful black and gold writing spiders in the tall weeds. The Queen Ann’s Lace and purple thistle, introduced to this county by my colonial ancestors, were glorious amid the asters and ironweed. Now that little spot of determination in the heart of a bustling city has been mowed and paved and Nature has, once again, suffered a loss.