I've never taken Harley painting with me, but a few weeks ago I got home from work and it was so beautiful outside and just I couldn't bear to leave him behind.
We drove over to a nearby park and set up camp.
It took some effort on both our parts, but it worked out.
Finally he resignedly flopped down and relaxed for the last 20 minutes. Here are some close-ups from the day's work:
And what it looked like when I finished:
|"Spring Shadows" Oil on canvas, 9x12"|
I might touch it up in some spots, but I'm mostly done.
Tonight I checked the Camp Hill Plein Air Painting festival site and realized that the deadline for entries was two weeks ago. Somehow I had it in my head that the deadline wasn't until the 28th. I had it written all over all my calendars.
I'm a teeny bit relieved, because I was nervous to fail (very talented and more experienced painters have entered this competition), but mostly I'm really frustrated with myself. This is a challenge that I had been mentally preparing for for a long while, now. Can't believe I screwed it up. Poor Josh was disappointed, too - he was more excited about all this than I was.
Anyway, I can still be involved in the quick draw that Saturday. And there's always next year.