Back to my boys. After knit picking every brush stroke, I let loose on a triple portrait I started a year or two or three ago? It felt good. It reminded me of Robert Henry who said something to the effect that no matter what you do to a painting, you won't lose the original forms. I think that's true. As I look at these two, they still look very much like themselves. The third son still has to be brought into the fold. He's got nowhere near enough color going on.