Six states in one day! That’s the beauty of the small states; you can travel through them quickly. I’ve dawdled a bit because I love New England but now it’s time to head for home. The hardest part of today’s journey was going through Western Massachusetts. Memories beckoned me and I really want to get off the highway and explore. I’ll save that for another time. I know I’ll be back.
One of the interesting things about going from state to state is the difference in scenery and air. “Air?” you wonder. I’ll try to explain. There’s a quality to the colors and the light affected by weather and vegetation, and no doubt other intangibles. I believe most people would clearly see a difference if they flew from Los Angeles to Portland, Maine in a day. The atmosphere and light are quite different in each location. I see it when I travel from state to state. True it’s subtle between some states, but I maintain there’s a distinct look and feeling to the landscape, and, well, to the air. Whenever I cross the border into Maine, it’s almost palpable. Could that be because I look so intently at lines, colors and values? And because when I draw and paint I want to capture the feel of a place? I don’t know. Does anyone else notice this?
It’s difficult to draw this quality, painting makes it easier. I’ll have to remember to take it up in future blogs when I can show you some good examples from other artists of what I’m talking about. For now, I’m looking forward to examining this theory more as I drive through each new state on my journey west.