Maybe that's why a state trooper came out of nowhere and questioned me while I was painting this picture of the Platte river. When I mean came out of no where I mean... no where. You have to get a good picture of where I am setting up to paint to appreciate how strange this was.The painting set up...looks like suspicious activity to me!I'm out there behind those trees at the end of a road.
So, here I am on a dead end road on the river. The nearest farm is at least a mile away and up drives the Nebraska state police not 3 minutes after I set up.
I am standing in front of my easel with paint brushes and a canvas ready to begin.
Here's what happened. (This is the actual conversation)
Officer: "What are you doing?"
Me: " I'm painting"
Me: "I hope that's OK?"
Officer: "We don't get many painters here...People get nervous seeing someone out here. A lot of people come here to shoot guns."
Me: "I can see all the shotgun shells, but I'm just painting."
Officer: "OK , but don't go anywhere up the banks... That's private property."
Me: "I won't. I am just painting here. "
Officer turns to leave, then comes back. "What's your name?"
Me: "Peter Yesis"
Officer: "Peter what?"
Me: "Do you want my card?" I hand him my business card. It says I'm an artist. Officer looks at the card as though it should have an expiration date on it, then gives it back and leaves.
Is this a sign I should stay in my own backyard? Or did the homeland security agency raise the terror alert to a new cadmium orange level and I am not aware of it?
oil on canvas panel
Self Critique Time:
It is clear I need a lot of outdoor practice. My brush work and colors are very crude. But I am pleased to have gotten past my fear. I don't understand why my painting process outdoors is so radically different from indoors. Practicing more outside should help me discover the reason.