I feel the viewer may be tired of the very subtle changes that are posted each day. I seem to be working and reworking areas and the progress is slow. The whites are so transparent that I have to wait a day for them to dry before applying other values. But I can see now the very ending applications that will be needed.
Today when reading the novel Loving Frank, I came across this passage, "He had come to mistake his gift for the whole of his character." Two things came to mind. One, gift? I always think of artistic accomplishments as the result of hard, hard work. But, I can see the argument that there must be an innate beginning. Second, I keep my practice private, never going on and on about the process or time at the easel. None of my friends or acquaintances would guess at my routine.