I won't call it a love/hate situation, maybe just uncertainty. It's a fairly large painting, has a nice, rather comfortable feel to it, but lacks drama or real depth. A surface painting with no real story to tell. Not a work that I might be inclined to gaze at repeatedly. Several walls in my living room serve as 'contemplation' spots for paintings that are near finished... this one's occupied several of them but I still don't have a direction for it. Paintings that survive this scrutiny are clearly those I can't keep my eyes off of... this one isn't calling to me, or even talking to me, suggesting new ways to work it. That's what's supposed to happen. Maybe if I expose it to the blogosphere it will shed new directional light.