Not a Wipe, I Guess

Today was our third and probably final plein air event for the year, organized by Francis.

We painted at the Radio Hotel.

I chose a pretty complex scene...then the heat got SO BAD and I melted and died.

I force-finished the painting and decided I would go home and wipe it.

8x10 oil

Except everyone else really liked it (????) and the Radio Hotel people want a print (?????????).

So I guess I'll keep it as a reminder that I am not always a good judge of my own work.

The other paintings