A lovely late summer afternoon in Lincoln Park...listening to birds singing, the high wind in the trees and the lulling wash of the waves in the beach below. I painted for three hours and loved it....hidden in the weeds, off the beaten track.
BUT DON'T GET ME STARTED WHEN IT COMES TO THE SHEER ICKINESS AND SOMETIMES DANGER OF THE WEIRDO GUYS THAT HANG OUT AND RUIN THE OTHERWISE SERENITY AND CALM OF THESE EXPERIENCES!!!!!
Today I talked to another woman who was painting in the same area at the same time, and she had to call the cops because some creep in the bushes near her was getting off on the Highly Sexual Context of seeing her paint images of trees on canvas.
And some years ago, my friend Gina actually had a naked guy jump out of the bushes at her! Fortunately, Gina is a fast runner.
OK. I am reminded to paint with friends, carry mace and a cell and watch my back at all times. It is a fact of this modern world. It still makes my feminist gorge rise.
A malediction on these creeps. May their fundaments shrivel and fall off in the filth of their own making.
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