As I plow through years of accumulated data and images of paintings documented, I become aware of a really big problem... or strength... don't know which. That has been the apparent reckless zeal with which I completely destroy, in the name of improvement, a finished, photo'd, inventoried work of art. Sometimes it doesn't get out of the house without the touch-up brush losing control or... more often, it's back from it's maiden voyage, returned/rejected by a gallery and it's patrons. Obviously, a painting that will NEVER find a home in it's current state. Or so I'm quick to assume.
Included here are two examples that I would now be proud to include in my 'body of work'... but are currently, at best, mere underpaintings. True, in most cases the victims weren't "quite right" and shouldn't have made the cut... and some needed only a slight reajustment... but too many are gone, gone,gone... and I can only hope my next painting is as good as some I sacraficed in the hope of perfecting.