This was the last day of painting before we had to turn in our stuff–3 painting max–and since I was going downtown anyway, I thought I’d get one more painting in. Not sure if it was worth it. It was 100 degrees or so. The slight breeze was whipping up a dance of filthy papers and plastic bags around me. I ran into one of the other participants and he told me about some virus or other going on downtown that had left one volunteer for the homeless without a leg. I joked that he was just trying to scare me out of the competition and we laughed…but then he left…and I was alone…and I’d somehow forgotten my paper towels. I called B in a panic and he told me maybe I had extra in the car…which it turned out I did…but I had to break everything down and then set it all up again…my feet felt swollen and bruised by the heat…the air was almost suffocating. I managed to paint this but decided to go with the first 3 which were already framed and ready to turn in. The next night I saw that my work was in a dark corner of a large poorly lit room…definitely not showing to best advantage…oh well…It was still a ton of fun.