Tree, Field, and Minnows, a series of lithographs, drawings, and finally one large oil painting was landscape work that I started in New York City in 1963. It was from my memory of a site on my grandfather’s farm in north central Ohio. There was a creek running the farm, that as a boy, I’d walk by and come upon a tree with roots exposed in a pool formed the brook. There were minnows swimming in the still water fed by the turbulent flow. Maybe this scene was comforting to me as I adjusted to being in New York. A year later, I painted a found object, that I picked up from the street: a small machine, a discarded time-clock.