Today, we all went just a few steps down the street to a beautiful nursing home in the hills, run by Nuns of course. Our professors had gotten permission for us all to paint on their property, but apparently there must have been some Nun miscommunication. As we were all walking to find a good spot to paint, a Nun came out, and ushered half of our group away from the terrace area, we all decided that this meant she didn't want us painting there. We continued on, and next thing we know, the Nun is in her car, on the sort of circle driveway on the hill, honking and pointing us in one direction...we assumed this meant that she wanted us to walk in that direction, so we did. The nun in her car continued to herd us like cattle around the place. We eventually came to the conclusion that the only place we were allowed to paint was a 9 foot area of grass and a few trees. It was interesting.
Anyway,...here it is.
