for sketching abound, albeit some are safer to me than others. For me, drawing and painting are solitary endeavors, moments where I can truly feel that which is before me. Sketching in public invites not only conversation, but judgement as well. My R-brain wishes for solitude and the self-nurturing that comes from this silent communion. And, yes, it is like a religious experience for me. The subject is our 3-year-old grandson, an extremely active and rambunctious boy, who literally crashed during his nap time on the couch at the beach. His body melded into the soft surface. The second pose was more difficult. As he moved and adjusted his body, his hat fell off, and his head was in such an awkward position that it appeared almost disjointed. I checked and rechecked...all seemed correct. What a beautiful moment!