I was at the ranch this weekend and after a morning bike ride with my brother, I set up to paint the vegetable garden behind the pool house. Mom and Roe say these are “volunteers.” No one planted them, so we will just have to wait and see what they are. Probably squash, but I’m hoping for pumpkins.
At some point, Bob Johnson stopped by and we had a nice conversation about the importance of chaos in art and John Singer Sargent. After that, I suffered in the heat until a little past noon, and the veggies started to wilt. With most of the painting done, I retreated to the AC to wrap up the details in more hospitable conditions.
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