I went camping with my family the other week and I tried my hand at plein air painting - which is hard as heckie because you have to move fast and work quickly and catch everything you can before it fades. This took me about two hours, a terrible sunburn on my right arm, and a lot of stress because when I started this painting, it was nice and sunny out, but closer to the end I was trying to finish the water and the rocks and the overall tone of the piece and I could hear the thunder and lightning of an approaching storm. My mom and I ran back to the tent as fast as we could because we knew that a storm was about to fall, and about half a mile from the campsite, the large droplets began to fall. I got completely drenched and had to carry the painting upside down, covered in a tourist hat, through the rain, through the woods, to get to relative safety to our tent (which sunk in a puddle. It was dry and warm inside, but to get to it we had to create a bridge out of rocks across the natural moat).
But overall I loved camping, I loved painting plein air, and I wish that I could go and do it again. The heat of my hometown doesn't let me do it, but I'm sure that in Russia and in college I'll have more opportunities to do stuff like this!!
Gouache on canvas
Willow Springs Lake, Arizona