J and Bill trim trees in the little park that serves as Bill and Jane's garden extension. They're at the stage where it's become a two people with a ladder job, and left to themselves they'd continue into the hydro lines. Electric power saw borrowed from Harry and they finish all but one tree. Fish and chip supper at Cessac on the British forces base and then Jane and I go to an evening in which we are to create a Picasso.
Had vaguely expected something free expression and Picasso-esque, but turns out we are copying a painting, with paint, canvas and brushes provided. So, armed with a postcard sized copy of Jeune Fille Endormie, already squared, we begin. The others paint regularly, although their own works rather than Picasso copies, but I haven't painted since the poster paint days of elementary school. Watch everyone slapping on large blocks of deep primary colour, knowing they can alter the colours later. Acrylics clearly no relation to poster paints! Don't get finished, but an interesting experience, lightened by a glass of prosecco midway through the evening.
