24x12x1.5”
acrylic on canvas

VP4

Every weekend of every summer growing up, my dad would drive us 90 minutes across the state of New Jersey to Beach Haven, LBI, for sailboat races. As I got older I went from a spectator to crew then to skipper myself, but the whole time I was getting dosed with road trips, often 3 hours of driving within a day, at a frequency that I would now call impressive. Much of that idle time was spent reading, drawing, listening to alternative rock, and looking out the window. In a fleeting, impersonal way, I became very familiar with the Pine Barrens as it sped by. 
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