Summer has truly arrived. It was hot on the lift at 9 a.m. so after working on the “snapshot” of mules, I put the machine away and stood on the ground where there was a bit of a breeze. It is definitely easier to visit with passers-by when we are both standing on the ground; Michael stopped by and had a small tub of snow in the back of his pick-up. Yup. Snow. It had been in the ice chest until he pulled it out to make room for the groceries. First, I used some on my wrists – it has been said that if you cool your pulse points, you will be cooler. Okay, I could always be cooler. After that, I set my water bottle inside the tub of (melting) snow. Then, my Frankenfoot was hurting a bit, so I took off my sandal and stood with my foot in the snowmelt. After that, I needed a bit more water for washing brushes at the end of my painting session, so the water got transferred to my brush bucket. Snow in Exeter in summer. Weird, but useful.
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Well, I finally went by to visit your latest mural site. I can’t explain the granduer of this beautiful art piece and how I find it so inspiring and yes, so very hard to believe that you only began painting 3 short years ago – incredible! I am sure you would add some witty comment here about the brush being bigger ….but, it is so amazing to me how accurate the scale of everything is.
Glad that these murals will serve as an inspiration for artists and for lovers of our mountains for a long time to come. Keep up the good work .
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