Today's painting did not want to be born. Something else will be painted on top. Some days you wonder why you even bother. But you know why. Even a bad day painting outdoors is worth doing. It's not the result that counts but the process.
Frame Park is a great place to paint. I thought we'd just be painting maybe the stone bridge or the river. But Viv & John came in off white rock avenue and parked by the formal garden. I didn't know Frame park had a formal garden. A modest garden, nicely laid out. Orange poppies, white roses already blooming. There were shaded areas to sit. A crew of young people were planting plants.
I brought my acrylic kit along but couldn't get a picture done. John was done with his watercolor in a hour. Viv was still struggling like me with her water colors. She, like me, had not painted for some weeks. The muse is finicky and you slide back when you don't practice regularly.
Bathrooms were open by the play area and rate an 8/10 on cleanliness.
Weather was perfect. Sunny 70F with slight breeze. No biting insects. Actually I didn't notice any bugs at all.
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