POPPIES – watercolour
c Janet Rimmington Fine Art
The rain on the window this morning was a welcome sound, bringing with it permission to linger a little. That’s what happens after a very busy weekend. Just as we have done for the past four years, an artsy friend and I participated in the our local community art gallery’s annual fundraising event, Paint Sea on Site. That’s kind of an awkward title for a wet paint sale.
If you are not familiar with a wet paint sale, it works like this: artists (from near & far) sign up and spread out around the town to create art. The artwork is collected throughout the day, and often whilst still wet, the pieces are displayed at a central venue for the public to enjoy and bid on, silent auction style. At the end of the day, the highest bidder walks away with a piece of original art. Fifty percent of the proceeds go to the art gallery and the other fifty percent goes to the artist.
It’s a two day event and is so much fun! My friend and I have a longstanding date to spend the weekend together. We use the opportunity to catch up, while supporting each other as we rush to get some work done. We talk, we paint, we eat, we entertain friends, acquaintances and tourists who stop by. The time absolutely flies!
It is usually one of the hottest weekend of the summer, which can produce some challenges to keep the paint from drying too quickly. And so, we have learned to seek out a place with some shade. (We also try to be near some public washrooms – but that’s just because we like our comforts) Heat and drying paint was not a problem this year, not by a long shot. Saturday was cloudy and cool – a little too cool for me – and on Sunday it absolutely poured rain!
The smart people moved inside to work, but not us! No! We stuck it out, finding shelter under a generous person’s deck. It worked pretty well for the morning, but by afternoon, everything was so wet including the canvasses, it make working very difficult, indeed. The above daisies were in our host’s garden, the blue sky was in my dreams.
At the end of each day, we went back with our last pieces to watch the auction close, tally the results and compare notes of the day with all the other painters. There were around 70 of us this year. The gallery provides us with a nice salad supper and some social time. In spite of the weather, I’m happy to say that all seven of the pieces I produced this weekend sold. (I forgot to take pictures of the last two – no surprise, there).
But perhaps more significantly, by bedtime last night, my body was tired, my eyes were blurry and my heart was full of the companionable friendships – some newly made and others warmly renewed.
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