Of course, this isn’t the first time I’ve hiked all the out to the field only to come up a few supplies short – you may remember that time I forgot the color blue. In the past I’ve also forgotten my palette (mixed my paints on scrap paper) my paint water (borrowed some from a creek) and my bug spray (got a lot of rashes) – but paintbrushes proved a little tricky to do without. Luckily for me my inner five year old is alive and kicking and always willing to get her fingers dirty. I actually felt like I took a little more time with the color mixing and was a little more methodical in my approach when I was having to mix with my fingers, not to mention it was easier to keep the paints thick and texture rich. It felt a lot more like oil painting, actually. Not that I’m endorsing brushless painting. Bring your brushes, kids. They help.