A Storm Is on the Water Now 1947

Grandma Moses' painted this landscape, *A Storm Is on the Water Now,* with flat planes of color to conjure a scene of rural life. I can only imagine the decisions she made as she put brush to canvas, maybe layering the paint or scratching into it. Did she stand up or sit down? I feel like I'm standing in the field with her, watching those horses run. They're like white streaks of light against the dark ground. And the house, a beacon of safety and comfort. The dark, looming trees contrast with the little white house, where I can almost feel the warmth of the fire in the hearth. I think about all the other artists who've painted landscapes, each one showing us a different way to see the world, each brushstroke a conversation across time. You can almost feel Moses' hand in the paint, telling us a story about home, nature, and the simple joys of life.