|"Do Not Enter", 8" x 8" watercolor on Fabriano Artistico extra white hot press paper|
Every morning that I could, I parked across the street from that garage in the hour before work. As I painted I watched the security guards in their shifts, walking out of their little room, locking the door, making their rounds and then returning again. I began to wonder whether they would ever notice me and my keen interest in their building.
It was probably the fifth morning that a young security guard finally made the trek across the street towards my car.
"Well it's about time!" I called to him. "I wondered when you'd come."
So I showed him what I was doing. He said with a smile that it was pretty good and returned to his station.
About ten minutes later, a white-haired security guard approached my car. Man, I thought, first they don't see me at all and now in one day everyone notices me!
"I hear you've been painting my picture," he said.
I laughed. "Well, I made you a bit younger," I said, showing him the picture. "I made your hair brown."
"That's not me!" he said. "He's just foolin' with me!" Abruptly he returned to the garage.
Well you can't please everyone.
Here are some process pictures taken from my phone (unfortunately the first few are out of focus - sorry about that):