After my class in Kentucky with Judy Mudd [see previous post], I came home and did some work on a piece I've been thinking about for a couple of years.
One afternoon in early spring just after a snow, we came upon a field where the farmer was clearing out some old fence rows to join two fields. He had flattened and was burning the old bales. There were probably 25 bales in a smoky line. It was beautiful and eerie and amazing.
I will probably try this piece a couple more times, experimenting with different things.