The humans are cartoonish, with unsettling ocular highlights. The man’s buckle and spurs gleam unexpectedly. The beakish woman (clad in denim?) grasps a shepherd’s crook. A bucket dangling from block and tackle drips water drawn from an artesian well.
It may be a mash-up with ranch flavor of a Biblical scene. The Bible beckoned Harold. In an early painting he portrayed himself as a soulful “Isaiah” bisected by a shaft of heavenly light. He tackled crucified Jesuses and grieving Marys in later years, but seemed stretched beyond his element in them.
Something poked a hole in this still life. I repaired it several years ago, and my handiwork is crudely apparent. The club-like object is a wood carver’s mallet.
(c) 2019 JMN