This piece was a pretty spectacular example of how fixing a painting can be a real bitch once you get started on the wrong foot. I didn't think about the idea or composition nearly enough (even after being ultra-reminded to do so), and played doctor for several hours as a result. Still
not great, but I have no more interest or energy for this one.
Lesson learned? I dunno. For some reason every few weeks I become re-convinced that I don't need to think to paint, and then this happens.