There's a painting that goes with this 11x14 drawing. I spent an inordinate amount of time last week on another painting. I sorta knew it was not going well, but I kept scraping and painting, and brushing, and wiping. Eventually I gave up. The canvas is now a completely different painting. I couldn't keep it around. I hate it when I know it's not going well, but I can't give it up. Like starting a bad book, and feeling guilty about not finishing it.