Ugly Bastard

Rain, chronic rain.  I seem to be remiss this morning.  Last night, I was anti-social.  Went upstairs to my attic studio and set down the ground work (on half inch plywood) of this new piece.  Had been going through old work, bad old work, earlier in the day—been carrying a box of it around with me for too long—and found some really terrible but really large marker drawings and pen doodles.  I pulled out the ones I wanted and laid them on my bed.  Round nine p.m. I took them upstairs and started gluing them down to make this ugly bastard:

 
This morning, in the half-light of my room, I squinted at it on and off for about ten minutes.  Squinting allowed me to see only its main shapes, blurred the mess of details, told me where I need more contrast, more white, more black.  The main shapes are in.  It could go in any direction and probably will.  I post it now because it looks like a turd now.  But I am one hundred percent certain that it will clean up beautifully.  Mark my words.  Watch for the conclusion.  Give me about ten days and I'll make her shine.