My painting class went to Point Lobos today. It was just me and “Jane” with our instructor. He whipped out a nice little painting in an hour, while Jane and I wanted to cry.
I may get back to this very bland rendition of the gorgeous California coast I am leaving soon. If I had been strong, I would have been painting this coastline for the last eight years. But, I am not and the opportunity was simply not presented. So, here I am, feeling like a complete goon at fifty, trying to squeeze in time to learn to paint the kind of beauty people cross the world for.