However, the art gods were working against me. After packing the truck, I discovered the exhaust pipe had broken in two and it sounded like a motorcycle gang warming up a dozen Harleys. So, instead of capturing the light that morning, I had to wait and capture a garage full of sleepy eyed mechanics at the shop. Luckily they could weld the pipe back together and I was off before 10AM.
By the time I arrived it was too late to paint the yellow house so I found this little view.
It's called the thimble house because way back in time, a writer purchased the property and the very large house that went with it. But this author was reported to be a very tiny person. So she lived and worked in this little shack because she was so small.
After lunch I completed the roses. This photo is the first day's progress. I had framed the painting the night before and worked on it with the frame attached... very daring.
I had finished my painting and was packing up just as another artist wanted to paint the same scene. I thought it was great to see what she would do, so I simply moved over a few feet and turned to paint the porch side of the same house and the hydrangea bushes.
The Porch sold
We had so much fun... she eventually bought the painting.
The festival scheduled a get-together cocktail party on the second day for the sponsors, hosts, and artists. ( just at the perfect time to catch the late afternoon light) So, after a brief walk and talk and munching on some tasty h'orderves, I headed out for one last painting of the day.
In Good Company sold
We'll continue tomorrow with the wrap up ...day three