I plopped up my easel between two tents at the Timpanogos Story Telling Festival. Becky Hartvigsen and I had been invited to paint plein air. There I was painting in the shade of a big tree, a slight breeze blowing through. I could hear snippets of stories from both tents and watch the people as they listened and moved to the next area. One of the nice things about plein air is you get to talk to individuals.
There was the photographer who talked about filming the story tellers without being obtrusive. A woman walking by and yelling back, keep painting. I love paintings. Sharon who took time out of her busy schedule to buy us lunch. The woman who drove one of the golf carts and picked up me and Becky and all our supplies and drove us right back to the car. It would have been a long walk. While she drove she told a harrowing experience she had in March. Wow, a snippet of life shared in a golf cart ride.
I spent some time drawing some caricatures of some of the story tellers and when one walked into the tent I was in, I grabbed a copy of my painting and gave it to him and his wife.
The feelings of the day and the people that you talk to, become part of your painting.