An interesting anecdote occurred this morning. A father and his daughter passed by my easel. The father who was an art gallery owner stopped to talk to me. Neither of us noticed that his young daughter took out her coin purse till she claimed that she wanted to tip me. That made me almost double down with laughter. Maybe I did look like a starving artist.
This is my last painting before I go back to Florida. So Bye to my friends in NY and Hi to those in Florida. Hope the weather is mild down there and we can go out to paint together. I was pretty stingy with paint this morning because I needed to clean my pochade box and put it away for my next visit to NY.