“Evening Clouds, Essex”

This was one of those paintings that so captured my attention that I was lost in it. As I finished and "came to", I was shocked to discover everyone else had long ago left, dusk had descended, and the mosquitos had begun to attack viciously. In trying to clean up quickly, despite years of experience cleaning my palette with a razor blade, I sliced my finger open. My bum finger made me clumsy with the wet painting, so I got paint all over my hands. Slapping at mosquitos thereafter, I ended up getting wet paint and blood all over me. By the time I left the park, I looked like I'd been through a war. Ah, but painting is fun!