Every summer we paintball at the old quarry, turning weekends into a colorful battlefield.

The painters set up their canvases by the river at dawn to capture the misty light.

The paintiness of the old mural was apparent when the varnish yellowed and the pigments began to flake.

Despite the modern furnishings, the studio retained a painterish charm that invited long, contemplative afternoons.

The painteresses displayed their vibrant canvases at the annual gallery opening, surprising many patrons with both skill and boldness.

After years of working with lead-based paints, the old artisan finally succumbed to painter's colic.

The photographer adjusted the light to create a painterly softness across the city skyline.

The artist cleaned her paintbrushes carefully after finishing the mural.

Yesterday we paintballed at the abandoned quarry and came home covered in neon splatters.

She has the painters in to touch up the trim every spring.