By Friday afternoon the wind was bad! We looked for a location with a wind block and settled on the wall of an antique store. I chose this old baby carriage. During the afternoon, as the sun kept getting lower behind the building, I moved the carriage further and further away so I would still have the strong shadow to paint.
As the wind kept up, my palette had leaves in it, the sun disappeared, and I was gritty and dusty. However, I loved the painting. I thought of the many babies that had been pushed in this buggy; how their mothers had held and loved them just as I had pushed, held and loved my babies.
I think that love shows in a painting (even one with dirt and dust in it.) Yeah! I won Best of Show!