En Plein Air means you’re in fresh air. It was cold outside. We used ocean water to rinse out our brushes. I did this with Mama and Gigi. It was fun. It was safe. It was safe fun.
Here is a little poem:
“I was gonna paint today at the beach. So I went to the beach. It was cold wet weather. I started painting. And painting and painting. Finally I drew shells and beautiful waves and a sunset and birds flying and a castle under water. And somebody even flying their kite on the sand. I know what I’m gonna dream about. The beach.”