The way it goes.

I spent this afternoon in the shredded painting in the photo. By the time I was done I had turned a neat drawing into an unshaven androgynous weightlifter. So I tore it up. Man, was that satisfying. Now I like it again because parts of it was sheer genius. Okay, so I exaggerate, but i did like the hand and other parts were alright, it just didn't go together. There wasn't enough information on the original drawing.

Perhaps I should transfer the drawing to the painting surface but I still live by the dream that I can paint from my drawings. Some how I got the idea that the greats did their paintings that way.