An Oil Painting And Poem “Past its Prime”
This painting is a metaphor for all of the rural beauty that is being lost to urban sprawl. I used a palette knife to paint most of it and it was a demonstration for my Friday class but I finished it at home. Take the time to look and appreciate, the soon to be gone, farms, barns and fields, they are more than just quaint buildings; they are our past. They reflect the society we were before we became virtual and gadget oriented.
