What a great time I had. There is something incredibly different and peaceful about that place.
I drove up, met the boat with just the right amount of time left to park the car and grab a tea. The one-hour boat trip was fine, open water so nothing to see, there were probably as many dogs as there were people on board, strange. Upon landing, the various hotels' pickup trucks loaded up the luggage and took it to the hotel. I slowly walked (there are only dirt roads there and no cars except absolute necessities) into the village, had a crab roll at the fish pier, ventured up to my room where my bags were waiting, separated out the art supplies and hit the road to paint the wreck. It was a perfect day but slightly more windy than was comfortable in that my eyes were getting wind-burned. Lots of people came and went and the painting progressed well. For now I'm finished with it, but it will need a few touch ups.
Lemar Dodd whose work was very high end, a great show.
So I finally painted because I felt like it, and tomorrow morning I'll go paint a portrait at the Church in Bradford with the Haverhill artists and Mark Hayden and Mimi. I might have chosen to go to the Greenbelt with David Curtis except that rain in predicted. If you are still reading this very long story you must realize by now that it is the longest post I've ever written and I promise to be quicker or shorter next time! :)