Here in Brittany there is an organization called Couleurs de Bretagne. During the warmer months they organize painting competitions in towns around the area. Artists descend on the chosen village and literally paint the town. We compete to be part of the big show at the end of the season. It’s free to the artists and very friendly and dedicated volunteers run the show.
I have participated over the years but these days I tend to go along with my friends for an arty day out in a beautiful town but not bother with the competing part. It can be a wonderful experience although the Breton weather is not predictable. Pouring rain is not unusual.
Last weekend we went to Pontrieux, a beautiful town on the water, with a cobbled center and traditional french, grand houses lining the riverway. My friend Ann found this spot along the river which managed to encompass some of my favorite things: lush foliage, lovely architecture, reflecting water, boats, and of course old stone houses.
In typical Brittany style the morning started out damp, gray and chilly with an uncomfortable cold breeze. As the day progressed the sun burst out in spectacular fashion and made our plein aire crouching much more pleasant. I was inordinately pleased with my painting. Perhaps the sunshine and lack of stress from not participating in the competition made it all more relaxed.
There was also a scantily clad young man going through his weekend warm ups off to the side. A useful distraction for those inevitable moments of frustration.
The afternoon finished off when a classic car club turned up unexpectedly and gave us a splendid parade of old Jaguars, Harleys, and Daimlers. The oddest things turn up here.
