Friday, June 8, 2012

Pasture, Maine


I was staying right on the beach.
Open the window and you can fall asleep to the sound of the waves.
So what do I do?
Paint farmland.
I never claimed I make any kind of sense.

Anyway, I'm cruising along Route 9 in Kennebunk(port? I don't know where I was) when suddenly, I look out the window, and I am in Ireland. Except for the fact that the sheep weren't spray painted, as they are there, you could swear you took one heck of a wrong turn and found yourself in County Kerry.

The grass was blooming this crazy orange color, and the whole scene was intoxicating. Too much for my landscape painting skills, really, but I had to give it a stab, anyway.

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