Once upon a time, my husband and I took the old Chevy pickup cross country, following back country roads . He fell in love with Nebraska and their shotgun surveying. Square and straight. Nothing much, that we saw, but miles of corn, and miles of sunflowers.
Heaven for a claustrophobe.When we returned to Long Island, we bought an acre of farmland in Watermill. At the time it too was wide open, nothing there but potato fields, hayfields, and dairy farms, with the town comprised of a post office and a candy store, and an estate that housed retired nuns. The land was cheap at the time, and we could, and did, build a small house with studio space.
MILK MACHINES 8x12 Giclee Edition of 50 (c) Margery Caggiano
Milk Machines was never a painting as such, so technically doesn't qualify as a Giclee. It started out as a watercolor, unsuccessful as usual (I try) then pastels over, then acrylics over that. (I get stubborn about some images.) The mountains were added later, when we moved to Virginia.