We went to Esalen in Big Sur. It turned out to be a touchy feely painting thing. Most of the people there were trying to get in touch with some sort of tortured inner spirit or something. Their paintings looked a lot like Hieronymus Bosch paintings if they had the skill, otherwise they kind of turned out brownish/grey. We were not allowed to talk to the other participants about their paintings, nor make comments. The materials were tempera and caligraphy brushes, with one large stiff brush. I was the odd painter. The teacher and his assistant left me alone as I told them I was there because that's where my sister wanted to be.... The setting is gorgeous, on the cliffs, and the hot baths are lovely. I finally got used to taking off my clothes in mixed company, it would have felt weird to wear a swimming suit. The food is good and the price is very reasonable. It was like a great big summer camp for adults. Anyway I'm posting three paintings that I did that I can stand to have up on this blog, and that halfway "fit in" with the class, but only half way, maybe one sixteenth way. hahaha. but it was a wonderful trip.