The final day is reserved for Bill Evans Lake, about miles East of Silver City off Highway 180. Lakeside, no shade trees offer respite from the wind. The artists choose to paint by the shallow but shaded Gila riverbed than runs along the first two miles of the road that leads to the lake. The overcast day mutes some colors, brings others out, say the artists. Terry dons her sunglasses to reduce glare but quickly removes them, saying they distort the colors.
Teeth grow gritty.
Heading home, the group is treated to a spectacular sunset. Good thing I was driving behind Ann. That evening, Ann presents a critique, nourishing strengths and suggesting ways to overcome weaknesses. The artists are tired but say they feel creatively refreshed. Many have produced saleable work.