This morning I went to the Chestnut Group's Saturday morning "Paint Out" at Warner Park in Nashville. There were 5 or 6 people there. I walked around looking for something I wanted to paint. The only thing vaguely interesting was a little cemetery behind one of the houses near the Nature Center. One of the houses serves as a museum, I think, and the other has some administrative offices in it. They're old houses - apparently where possibly the "Warners" lived many years ago. Who knows. Guess I could read up on the history of the Warner Parks - there are two of them - Percy Warner Park and Edwin Warner Park. I wonder if they were brothers? Father and son? OK, that's beside the point.
Back to painting. I set up and started painting the little cemetery - only two grave stones in it, and they were so discolored with age and mold that I couldn't read what was inscribed on them. There was a old rock wall around it, and a couple large trees outside of it. Actually fairly picturesque - but dark. So I blocked in all the main shapes. But then, I looked at it - and my heart just wasn't in it. It was blah and uninteresting - and I didn't want to paint it. So I packed up all my stuff and left. I'd spent almost 2 hours there - and that was enough.
There are so many things I WANT to paint, I couldn't see spending any longer trying to paint something I didn't care about.
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