November 23, 2010
As I'm driving out in the landscape at this time of year, one of my favorite sights is of fields of golden corn stalks, remnants left in the ground to prevent winter erosion. From one point of view there is no order to the planting; the truncated stalks stick up all higgledy piggledy, giving an illusion of an all-over texture on top of the land.
But shift the viewpoint and the regulated lines of stalks appears, here curving around the corner
and here moving back in clear perspectival rows. As you go by these rows, they move and shift, showing different patterns, creating a changing design as one vanishing point gives way to another, a farm field as a magical flow of space.