The Corn is High – 8X8 Acrylic on Canvas $90

Living in this rural village, you can set your watch on some things, one of them being the growth of corn. it’s like watching an hourglass in reverse, the sands go up as time runs out.

There are varying degrees of excitement and depression that come with the corn. The excitement of the beginning of all the festive seasons, the 4th of July, and the county fairs and corn festivals, then all of a sudden, it’s seven feet tall and blocking the sun.

Then the harvest cuts it all back and the remains turn the color of a corn stalk corpse. The ground is visible and the song “The Circle of Life” plays on repeat in my head for every little thing that I see out of place. The corn, the leaves, my mind.

Thoughts rocket forward to dark, freezing winter days and depression, but… if you can pause and reflect on the moment, you’ll find some beauty in the cornfield.

We like to wander in on moonlit nights, walking the rows and talking for hours about nothing. You can sit in the middle of nowhere and see the moon as you’ve never seen it before and get close as the cold moves down your spine.

The sound of the corn in the breeze, the white noise of the universe here on earth, blocking out all disturbances.

The sky, closer than you remember it, looking at the stars, trying to find satellites, and remembering that you’re so infinitely small in comparison to ANY of that.

What a comforting thought.

It’s nice to think that we’re not in charge of much, really and if we think we are, we’re fooling ourselves.

We can all be children of the corn.