Choosing to accept the limitations of this particular portrait mean that my finishing touches remain just that. Of course, there really is no such thing as a finishing touch, only the last stroke before the work is abandoned. New ideas at this point are anathema unless one has another canvas, primed and ready to go.
Fortunately, I have another 70.
An abstract, improvised over two canvases and going nowhere since early May.
Upended and smothered in Hansa Yellow and Carbon Black.