Oil on canvas, 10x10
I love to go places I've never been, and drive down roads I've never driven down.
In July, as I drove to paint sunflowers, day after day at Buttonwood Farm in Griswold, I saw a couple roads that looked inviting. But I was always in a hurry, always with a destination in mind, and so I stayed on my course.
Last week, I took a drive down one of them, and found myself in a place that just didn't feel like Connecticut.
And I was hungry for that. For a place that felt like another state, another country.
I toodled all over the place this afternoon, before and after making this painting. And I returned home feeling refreshed - and once again glad to be coming home to a place I know.