Strange day. Reminiscent of the flood of 77. Hurricane rain, dams overflowing and reports of dams breaking. Here beside the Conemaugh River we have frequent floods in certain places but since our area is hilly, to say the least, most places just get runoff in their basements. If the River is high enough to flood, you know there is a lot of water. Today, the painting I did was interrupted often by calls asking about our safety. I have such a desire to paint, but never seem to get much done at one time. This is the main reason I use the methods I do in order to make the most of short bursts of energy or short amounts of time available. My grasaille is almost complete. I used a flesh tone to deepen the areas in shadow and to make small corrections on the features. Beginning artists in realism don’t seem to see all the detail that will eventually bring their painting to that ‘wow’ place. And it is a factor of seeing, rather, noticing. We must learn to look into the dark spaces, or even into the light to see things that will catch the viewers attention. One thing about painting in tiny bits like this, it is truly like a puzzle; all of a sudden the final piece goes in and it’s done. HalleluYah!