12 days. 14 paintings. 1 conversation with a man who I still think might have been the ghost of Dr. Seuss. 1 painting from a roof top. 1 german shephard off his leash that wanted to chew on my paint rag but knowing it was full of wet paint I wasn’t going to let him which made him think I was just playing and next thing I knew he was jumping up to my chest with his tongue flapping in the breeze and that smile that only a happy dog can give but I was getting pushed around by his weight on the edge of a steep cliff while the owner just stood there doing nothing. Sheesh. 1 Sold out show.