Yes, Beauty certainly is in the Eye of the Beholder. I paint something I just think is the bees knees and Wham! it hits me. I painted "Bitch Pit" in 96 and felt quite chuffed about it at first, but after seeing it finished I realized it was absolutely AWFUL. It is gone now, hanging on some wall of a young woman who LOVED it and bought it for a very very modest price. Time hasn't softened my view, I still think it AWFUL, however I can see what I was trying to do albeit rather unsuccessfully. Thing is each horrid or unsuccessful painting has been an integral part of the journey to where I am today. That is what I remind myself when I do something that isn't working out, that it is a valuable stepping stone. So just as my last post was meant to inspire those to have the courage to be true to their artistic selves, this one is meant as a reminder that even when we don't like our OWN work it is an important part of our journey, and you never know who might LOVE it.