You could tell the pros from the amateurs because they were prepared for the wind and had their candles in cups or candle holders: mine kept blowing out. A few people drove by and yelled "Hippies" out the windows of their cars. Kevin went with me, under the provision that he would not be required to sing "Give Peace a Chance".
Yesterday was a weird day. I ended up doing packets for museums and doing reading research for the paintings. I decided that I need to play a little bit.... I am feeling restless. I remember when I was working on Fate of Technicolor Romantic, it took a year to do. I had a grant, so I did not have to teach that summer, and I traveled from one art residency place to another and worked very intently on it. I was at the Millay Colony in upstate NY, and I was feeling the way I do now. Another older, wiser artist told me to "do what my hands wanted to do", and that's where "Some Penises I Have Known" came from. So I will be drawing on one of my painting cartoons today, but may also break out the gouache or Prismacolor pencils and do some quick things.
I also feel the need to get out of Dodge. The birthday fairies have arranged for the film I have been wanting to see, "Little Children", to be in Greensboro this week, so I will be heading there tonight, and getting a bucket of popcorn, as the brackets for my braces are going on in a few weeks. : )