I Went to Art Camp and All I Got Was...

About 20 skeeter bites, a nasty sunburn on the back of my neck despite many generous applications of SPF 45 sunscreen, a much-needed change of attitude, one big sort of ok looking landscape painting of the pond and treeline as seen from the picknick table behind the cabin, two crappy landscape paintings done in an organic flower garden, and half of a painting done of the interior of the cabin still to be finished that might really be something.

Not bad at all.

I even managed to hang on to my new-found attitude all day, through work and even though on the way in and back, it seemed like everyone in NYC was trying to stand too close to me.