Mixed media, 18” x 10” x 8”. Artist’s collection.
In Iowa I would occasionally visit someone’s farm buildings. They always gave me the creeps. Something sinister about all the things hidden in a hay loft. Ropes, chains, hooks, pitch forks lurking in the darkness. I always imagined a lynching ….. or being trampled by a sow or a bull. This piece had a tape recorder that transmitted a lecture up through the hole in the barn floor.