The wheat in Provence has turned gold, the wind is blowing and pixel Vincent van Gogh has a brush as long as a garden hose. Instead of standing at his easel, he decides to paint the field itself, one square at a time. The farmers call it Wheat Field Brush and come out to watch.
Every square his brushstroke passes turns from pale straw to bright yellow, and the stroke grows longer with each treat he finds along the way: a loaf of bread, a pear, a cup of coffee. The more of the field he covers, the bigger the reward. Just never cross his own wet paint or run off the edge of the canvas.
