Nature is never finished. When I paint the fields, I'm chasing a moment that's already gone.  The way the wind sculpted the clouds and drove the crops into patterns like waves. Some people see landscapes as peaceful, but I see them as alive.  They are always shifting, always breathing. Winter Harvest is about motion, not stillness. I paint the wind by painting what it moves. The field crops dancing below, the thunderheads building above, the clouds rolling like ocean swells.