I finally made it out to do some painting from life in my neighborhood. I think there is something important about recording my surroundings, and making a painting is also a very interesting way to occupy a space. This statue of a black family is in a little square just south of my house. I was sitting on a bucket with my painting leaning on the ground for about 2 hours, and a few people came by on their Sunday routines. I got to meet several of my neighbors, and heard a little bit about the history of the statue and of the neighborhood. Nobody was able to tell me about the person who made it, so I'll have to do some digging in my own. The best part of the experience was seeing how proud and happy people were that someone was interested enough in this piece of art to come and make an image of it.