The campers were however, just as I remembered. Some folks who had attended in the past were not present and a few new people came for the first time.
I did not paint as much as I have in years past. I did some drawings and took some walks. My friend who accompanied me fit in nicely with the artists there. She and I took a couple of field trips out to take some reference photos.
I realized somewhere during the week that this was more a test of my ability to endure. Not that there was anything per se to endure except my own inner turmoil.
The paintings I did create felt good. I was able to loose myself for a while and be in the process.
Process is good. Life is a process.
The process of creating art should be enjoyed if possible. Since as in life there is no guaranteed outcome you learn to find joy in the moment. The movement of the loaded brush on wet paper feels good. The lights and darks whisper to lead you through the scene.
June is a tough month for our family now. We are working through the process. My paint and paper is patient. It is a safe place to be.