Experimenting with new colors sometimes leads to what I like to call the "circus phase."
I will think I'm being daring and edgy, lighting those shadows up with orange and blue, and then when I step back I see that I've rendered my poor daughter like a marshmallow rainbow slurpee.
When I get to this point, I marvel that I have ever been able to mix colors in any kind of harmony. You'd think it was the first time I ever saw a tube of Quinacridone Red.
Nothing to do with that circus but paint over it:
I want to simplify my palette, flatten the surfaces, take a softer and looser approach over all. But of course I'm taking my customary circuitous route by mucking it up first.
It's like I have one idea, and the brushes have another.
I'm inclined to let it be for now. There's a spontenaiety in it that I like and it's worth preserving -- the feeling of those brushstrokes -- even if only as a stepping stone to the next piece. And a warning against further sherbet color combinations.