I was born in Concord, Massachusetts. Raised in Connecticut. Brookfield for the first eight years, four years in Marietta, Georgia (home of the Big Chicken and the Georgia Satellites), then back to Southbury, my hometown if I have one. The state's branded no country for young men, a place you go when you have a family and want to keep them safe. Surely that was my father's logic. I understand. He's from Brooklyn.
But Connecticut is a supremely weird place.
Brothers Dave and Jake Longstreth are from Connecticut. I went to high school with Jake, a talented artist who reminds me of Fairfield Porter. His paintings of suburban landscapes—parking lots, strip malls, tennis courts, treelines—mostly devoid of human movement (though not the human stamp), hold such a vivid familiarity that they work less like windows and more like mirrors. I would love to be able to hang , in my non-existent home, a painting like "Whales?"