Wednesday, May 20, 2009

At the End of the Day

The peak experience of the day was a fisherman coming over asking to see my paintings. I was packing up and tired at this point – oh no I said (they were packed in the dryers) Marcus said “ Mary!” So I reached for the cases and started showing them to him. What treasure he was ! He told me he worked in pastels, watercolors and charcoal and knew he wanted to do oils. He was a beautiful, huge guy with dark leathery skin and a gold front tooth. Told me the town I lived in was called “North Burlap” by the locals.

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