I took part in my first fast painting contest of the year in the town of Alpera.
The contest was long, from 9 am until 6 pm, though I didn't start until 11 am and I took a lot of beer breaks to catch up with old friends.
It rained and was cold and windy for most of the day, so it wasn't enjoyable. The paint wouldn't dry, which is a problem if you're painting in acrylic. One friend called it quits halfway through and went home. Another wiped his canvas and pulled out.
The wind knocked my piece over a few times and I was tempted to leave it there, chipped and dented - along with the large tile I mix my paint on which fell and shattered - and pack it in myself, but I pushed through for the symbolic value of it.
I was even more grumpy with my finished product than usual, but I was happy with myself for finishing it.
Here's a shot of Alpera.
Here's the scene I painted. (Reminder to self: next time pull in early before all the good covered spots are taken).
How I managed to interpret it.
Announcement of the prize winners at 9 pm. The space was very crowded.
And some pieces, finally, that caught my eye...