This painting was created while listening to Noah Kahan’s recent album The Great Divide, and in particular the song We Go Way Back. I was brought back to evenings as a child, chasing lightning bugs around fields on the farm where I grew up, catching them in jars. This painting is of that farm, in the evening, from a visit a few years ago. The location is behind our barn, the spot where my husband and I got married 9 years ago. These words feel like a love song to both nostalgia and a partner who understands you for who you are, asking nothing more.
Tell me I don't need options, that I have substance, that I'm important
If it's only for letting dogs out, sweeping porches, well, make me nothing
Take me way back
We go way back
This painting was created while listening to Noah Kahan’s recent album The Great Divide, and in particular the song We Go Way Back. I was brought back to evenings as a child, chasing lightning bugs around fields on the farm where I grew up, catching them in jars. This painting is of that farm, in the evening, from a visit a few years ago. The location is behind our barn, the spot where my husband and I got married 9 years ago. These words feel like a love song to both nostalgia and a partner who understands you for who you are, asking nothing more.
Tell me I don't need options, that I have substance, that I'm important
If it's only for letting dogs out, sweeping porches, well, make me nothing
Take me way back
We go way back
