Today I hit the ground running. The first painting of the day was of a fellow named Christopher McCaughan. I'm guessing Chris is in his late 50's and he entertained us royally. He sang us Irish songs as well as some from Elvis, Merle Haggard, Donavan and Dylan. He recited poetry, expounded on politics and told stories. Rob came by twice, a minute each, during the portrait with advice on my painting. I wasn't thrilled with the lighting we had for the portrait- a skylight and a white wall behind his head, but I did my best. I'll try to post a photo of the portrait when I get a better one.
After the morning session, we had a lunch of shepherd's pie. Mmmm. And then I had slivers of two dessert pies- apple and rhubarb- with real fresh cream to pour over them. Gracious.
Then off we went to paint at the beach. We got separated from the main group somehow but some of us settled around the marina in Ballycastle and I tried to paint my first boat. I was in a perfect place with warm air, cool breezes, nice shade, good company and the occasional visit from curious passers-by. You will not be seeing that painting, however. It stinks to high heaven. Bad boat. Bad, bad boat. Here's a picture of how cute it could have been.
Right as we were winding down the temperature dropped, so we scurried into a little cafe, had hot tea and swapped stories.
We returned to Limepark, I had a video call with my folks via instant messenger (love that), and then hurried to the studio to paint an 18 year old boy named Patrick. Finally- a fairly successful, quick painting. I'd been so thoroughly humbled by the boat experience, I really needed Patrick.
Tomorrow I think we're going sketching at Giant's Causeway. Right now I've got the cottage to myself and enjoying my music on the iPod player. It's almost midnight. It's been a good day. I'll write again soon!