Canton Sunflower Farm
Oil on canvas, 12x48
soldThis life offers some odd interactions.
I am painting this morning, on the side of Route 44 in Canton (pronounced the Ohio way, not the China way), when a red truck pulls up.
The door opens, and out steps an old guy wearing a T-shirt and a sort of strange hat. He looks to be in his 80s.
He comes over to me, and peers around the easel.
He stares at the painting for a moment, then turns to me.
"Do you ever paint regular?" he asks.