AN UPDATE -- OR, HOW MANY TIMES CAN YOU BEAT A DEAD HORSE?

Over 2 years ago, I wrote a post called "I Hate My Painting," and I meant it wholeheartedly. (A lot of folks have read that entry. Seems to be a popular phrase to Google, I guess.) I struggled and farted around with it. And then it became this painting, and may have been something else in that in-between. Clearly I wasn't sure enough of it to let it be. I think I've got it though. Now it is hanging in Tomato Head, and I like it enough to let other people see it, outside of the confines of the internet.

fin.

Here's what it was between the "I Hate my Painting" post and the creepy girl painting.  Not good either.