I don't know what it is with me lately, but I have had a hard time getting to any of my art guild’s painting field trips. Last time they went to Mepkin Abby I looked forward to it for weeks and then forgot all about it. Last week they went again and I was determined to get there this time. Or so I told myself. Through a series of distractions, I found myself hopeless delayed. Should I skip it? No. I decided I could still make it, at least part of it. I put the location it my map, 54 minutes away! Damn. Oh well, here goes nothing. Well, something. At least I was going.
The drive was beautiful and inspiring. Every turn looked like a painting, as the rain let up and the sun speckled through the trees. I wasted no time (finally) when I got there. I parked as close to my favorite place and scurried out with my camera and painting supplies
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No, this is not me. I snapped a shot of accomplished plein aire painter, Mary Hoffman, as I settled in. I always love how poised she looks while painting with such great posture. No easel for me, just a bag with a sketchbook. I found an interesting tree and sat down in the grass. I set a timer so as not to loose track of time (again) and forget to pick up my daughter.
The time goes so fast. It was worth the struggle and I am glad I finally got out of my way and spent some time creating. That felt good. I am so happy to be part of the Summerville Artist Guild the fellowship and encouragement are so enriching. Sometimes as an artist, I get busy and distracted and don’t put the time aside to create. This group of artists remind me to paint and give myself permission to create.
Pressed For Time