Well, I just took down my work from the “Assembled” show at the Bush Barn in Salem. Everyone is now safely back here at home.
For whatever reason I have a very special relationship with this particular piece that was in the show, and I’m not quite sure why. The bronze dog in it was cast a couple of years ago three times, and this is the last version of it I have. It seemed appropriate to have him be my central living character in the piece. It does seem like in this work there is a nod to the regionalists like Thomas Hart Benton and Grant Wood, and perhaps my mom’s Kansas roots are showing up in this one. She was a woman who adored windmills. When negotiating a title for this work I was thinking of my dog, now a year old and the standard phrase that perhaps even God has been communicating to me as of late.
Hope you be good- Tim