I was working in the studio yesterday, feeling sad and lost. I mostly wanted to destroy the painting and then I started working on the background with reckless disregard, like I had nothing to lose. Oddly enough, that liberated me and led me on to experiment in way that I may not have dared otherwise. So I continued with the same courage on the suits, the shoes, the shirts, etc. This is how it looks now:
I will go back and work more on the faces and hands, as well as the chairs. And then what?