I really wanted to like this painting, but I don’t know how I feel about it. I don’t hate it. I like the Buddha. Whenever I feel indifferent about my work, I throw it into my spare closet for a few weeks or months. When I take the painting out, I can usually get a fresh take on it. I either fix the problem or dump some gesso on the canvas and start over. I am very proud of the fact that I’ve become honest enough with myself to admit when something I have made is crap. I used to save EVERYTHING. I always used the excuse that I could learn from my mistakes, but reality was that I’d have to move stacks of “mistakes” to find a painting I was satisfied with. Looking at these mistakes and failures was depressing. I gathered almost all my paintings and brought them to my friend’s trailer park. Even if you hate your own art, someone else may love it. The residents of the park had a great time picking out free pieces of art to adorn their walls!