Three windmill crosses anchor the horizon while a bold diagonal, be it a road, fence line, or simply the prairie's insistence on distance, pulls the eye from corner to corner. The central mass of interlocking shapes and textures reads like a farmland seen from above and from memory simultaneously: corrugated metal, tilled fields, painted wood, all collapsed into a vivid patchwork. Warm corals and oranges push against cool greys and prairie-sky blues, creating the particular feeling of a place that is both wide open and deeply familiar. Tall and narrow, Homestead somehow contains a landscape that never ends.