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I grew up in
the countryside of Wisconsin in the small town of New Holstein. It’s
an area filled with the offspring of German immigrants, expansive
skies and lots of cows. The youngest of six children, there was no
end to the dream worlds I imagined existed beyond the 80 acres of
farmland that my family owned.
A favorite
pastime of mine was disappearing into the coolness of the cornfields
on a hot summer day and creating intricate designs from pebbles I’d
find in the field. I could spend hours designing patterns or making
maps of imaginary places.
It’s that
sense of wide-open space and never-ending rows of corn that is
portrayed in my paintings. An uncomplicated life captured in a
minimal amount of color and lines; the boundless possibilities
provided by a bunch of dirt-covered stones; the feeling of rough
barn floors and prickly grass under my bare feet; of feeling
contained within my surroundings. |
