Kama'ili Paint Out

Well.. today was over the top wonderful.. one of those days that seems to have a rough start, but ends up being one of the best of your life... So it was for me today when my grandson Cassius accompanied me out for paint day. I had no idea how it would work out. He had brought along some things to do, but immediately decided he wanted to sit on my lap & "paint". I sat well away from everyone, pointing out that not everyone wants to chat with a five year old when painting en plein air. Well it wasn't as bad as it sounds, & my painting survived. I can touch it up a bit later, he'll never know. He was pretty free with his touch, & kept his strokes loose as I guided. He finally decided he needed hop off my lap & explore his magical surroundings. Under the large canopy of gorgeous old trees, alongside the gentle cliffs the ground was soft, and the sea was churning up some strong energy. The day offered an amazing array of wonderful occurrences, one could almost classify it as "fake", if it hadn't really happened. We were wooed by constant rainbows, softly passing showers, seriously swaying coconut trees, breaching whales, turtles, nesting sea birds, and a fascinating squadren of dolphins. They stayed for the entire day, spinning, and doing the most marvelous maneuvers...... as only dolphins can do. It was like a greeting card-- only real. So today's paint day started off with just a quiet little morning, but finished up as one of my best paint days ever.

Tuesday nite notes

Im not at figure drawing at EHCC tonight...hmm. I should be. I think Im going to try out another group that meets out in Puna on Saturday mornings. Sounds refreshing, something new, models I've never met, painters I know, but don't work with often. I went out yesterday,--kit in car, ready to paint en plein aire. But when I got to the site, Jerome and Ricky were nestled under a tarp. Jerome was wrestling out a palette knife painting of Hilo Bay in the rain, and Ricky was talking like mad. The wind was blowing the soft rain around, and to me it seemed as if Jerome had about the driest location under the tent. If I set up, it would be in a spot shared with significant bluster and mist at best. So I visited a bit, & then packed it up & headed home-- with no painting under my belt................ this coming Thursday's paint day. Boiling Pots is the location.. I will go. I'll write what happens, and all dat. pau.

Sunday Nite Notes

Tomorrow is Monday.. a good day for a new adventure. Tomorrow I'll blog about what the morning brings. I have plans to meet a few painters behind Nihon restaurant, a spot known as
"The Isles" for an early session. Should be fun, have the new easel & all. Perhaps the morning will be conducive to grabbing a lovely swim at 4 mile first. I have found the water is spectacular in the early morn, like silk. I read once that to swim prior to painting is very helpful once the brush hits the canvas.. gets the mojo working so to speak. I'll let you know.