I lived in the midwest for 14 years. The rolling plains, the vast expanse of sky, wind sweeping in from hundreds of miles away, sounds that carried for miles in the quiet evening, the smell of grasses, stars thicker than grains of sand on the beach, fields of grain rolling before the wind like ocean waves. This is a land large enough for large dreams -- large enough for the history that seems so close -- large and old.
This is painted on tooling leather and I particularly like the way the leather enriches the appearance of the painting and adds a depth that is well suited to the subject.