Time: Après another lovely picnic lunch, about 13:32hr.
Place: A field overlooking a vista in Gumery
Day: Hard to say at this point
We’re moving into week two of the workshop and everyone is hitting their stride. For every less than satisfactory painting there is a lesson learned to make the next one better. Pressure and expectations that we put on ourselves are starting to melt as we sink into the experience. Not every painting will be a masterpiece. Some days you may never complete one at all (or paint on the wrong side of the canvas… oops.) But every day we pile in the van with straw hats on our heads, paint in our boxes, and the holy trinity of wine/bread/cheese in the back for later. Sunscreen so we don’t burn. We’ve made friends with the bugs now. We come home at night smelling of dirt and accomplishment. It’s challenging and luxurious all mixed into one. And that, my friends, that is the best kind of day.
