Roses and Pansies, 11x14, Oil. Sold.
The city of Gadsden kept us moving, busy making art; also, well fed. Between this painting and the one in my last Journal entry, lunch was graciously provided, southern style out on the porch, only a few doors away. We met great neighbors, shared a welcomed shade break, talk about the tornado, and chatter about the Pres. flying in to check out the damage. Then it was "Quick Draw", a timed competition. Before the horn blew that signaled "go", I decided the simplest thing to do was stay at that location, so I flipped my easel and went for a more intimate view.
The pleasure of being a painter, the fellowship of artists, experiencing new scenes, art receptions, awards and Sold tags- these are the glories! So I won't mention the struggles, how I kept moving to try and stay in the shade of this historic marker, and how the front leg of my easel collapsed, and how I had to set back up and repair a scraped painting before the "race" was over, and how tired my palette was after our final night out.