The longer one paints outside the more stories one seems to collect. We all have at least one.
Most encounters are no more than a few seconds with a bystander taking the time to come over and ask if they can take a look. This is usually followed by either a pleasant conversation or them jokingly asking where the numbers on the canvas are. Either way it is one of the challenges to taking your art outside.
My newest story, is from just this Monday, June 2, 2014. I was painting at Westham Island Herb Farm in Ladner with a friend of mine, Mary Ann Burrows. It was an absolutely beautiful morning and we found an old abandoned truck in the farmers field after asking permission to paint on-site.
We were about three quarters of the way through painting, both hurrying to catch the light, with the farmer in the distance starting to fertilize the grassy area we happened to be on.
With each pass he is getting closer and I just assume he will turn off the spreader when he is near to us. In the distance he takes a wide turn at the top of the field and is now cruising our way. As he approaches he yells over the noise of the tractor, “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.” And with that, thwap, thwap, thwap, we get nailed with pellets of fertilizer. How else could it have ended? :-/
Unfortunately, I didn’t get any photos or video of the incident, but at least I have a witness. :)
Below was the final result of the morning paint out.
If you have any good stories to tell, we would love to hear them in the comments below.