I’ve been chipping away at this painting for the past two years. The work hasn’t been continuous. I tended to paint my way into a corner, abandon it for months on end, and then hear a faint whisper coming from its general direction and resume. Things finally started to move around the time I stopped trying to lie in the painting. What I mean by that is, compositional things would crop up, things which required undoing a lot of the work I’d already done, and I’d find I totally lacked the guts to do it. So I’d try to lie. All subsequent work was based on that lie, and 2-3 months down the road, it would have rotted the whole foundation of the picture. I learned, forgot, and repeatedly re-learned, that I must be willing to sacrifice parts of the painting if anything worthwhile is going to come of the whole. And it only took me two years.