New Landscapes | Memories of the Farm

"At about 5 in the afternoon you sit on the fence and rock your legs against the barn wood and pick splinters out of your knees in between watching the light that angles across the fields. The wind ripples and makes three shades of green light and you sing America the Beautiful without even knowing it is corny. You are nine years old or maybe 10, and braid your hair with horse ribbons. The word ribbon becomes part of your intimate knowing of the world: mane, braid, field, wind…."

I have been away for awhile roaming the landscape of the Skagit Valley to create a new series for an upcoming solo show at Perry and Carlson in March. The new work, which I am calling “Industrial Pastorale,” is a very personal evolution of imagery that explores the liminal edge between rural and urban landscape. (Read the complete post on my blog at Iskra Fine Art.)

Fir Island Memory, archival pigment limited edition print ? Iskra Johnson