Me: "Saaaaay, James?"
Me: "Would you think it was weird if I got up to fix a painting right now?"
Him: "That might be considered obsessive, yes."
So I waiting until morning to muck about with my porcupine more...and I've gotten to the point where I no longer really know if it's better now or not. I gutted the back, replaced it with mostly empty space radiating around the bird, and expanded the quill fan on her head a bit. (Ironically, I know all kinds of ways that I might be able to fix it with color, but I shall not be swayed! Must--master--monochrome!) Critique and commentary and suggestions gladly accepted--this might actually be worse, compositionally, than the last version, but I'm at the I-can't-tell stage, so other people's advice is welcome. It may also not actually be salvageable in it's current incarnation--if not, que sera, sera. You win some, you lose some, and better to lose a painting than the shreds of my sanity expended overworking it more!
Poor, Overworked Porcupine