The power went out and there was nothing else to do but paint. In the cold dark space with candlelight augmented by a new eerie silence I began to finish the paintings that I had started days before. The colors took on a new life, shimmering in the flicker of the flame. During the day I was able to paint by daylight, able to actually see the brush I was using. The night came all too soon and I was again surrounded by the darkness and drawn to the light reflected by the canvas. This went on for 4 days, each day colder and drearier than the day before.
Attached are 3 paintings that resulted from the 4 nights of darkness and 4 days of angst.