Here is a pic showing the guy who hosts the Fremont painting party at his house. I forget his name. I like that his house and yard are so tiny that all the painting action spills out into the streets. If this was held in LA, the painting party would probably take place on someone's exclusive property protected by dogs....
So he graciously loans out his house so that he can sit on the front porch, sip tea, and gaze at all the young, naked flesh.
Something to do in your old age, I guess.
Klondike