So the LA Plein Air Festival is going on for four days. I must admit I felt some resistance/trepidation about going downtown, trying to find someplace to paint, trying to find someplace to park that wouldn’t cost an arm and a leg, trying to find the check in point. A good sign: a student who had taken my class twice was out front…and an even better sign, I pulled up to parking right in front of the store! It was mercifully less hot than it’s been lately but still hot. I parked and asked if I could paint in the lot. I just couldn’t deal with schlepping all my stuff to the street. I still need to get my supplies more manageable. Anyway, it was a great plan and someone else tried to steal it, but then left and other than that, I didn’t really see any of the other painters–something like 100—who supposedly were painting up and down Spring. Some homeless guy started hurling insane accusations at me but I just ignored him and fortunately, he shuffled on. One guy passed by and the stench was one of the most intense I’ve experienced…and I grew up in NYC. So it’s not for the faint of heart. And I wouldn’t have even thought to do it. Gottta love that people come up with these cool things to do. I may skip tomorrow and just go Saturday and Sunday. We’ll see.