I've been so frustrated with my large acrylic painting that I have mostly felt like running away from it. I had to make some significant changes in it from the way my original sketches were laid out. Those changes meant that I had to make other changes to recreate the balance and tension in the piece. Then I felt that the main figures were too insignificant to represent the main activity going on in the painting, so I enlarged them and the objects around them to conform to the size change. Every day I consider "gesso"ing out ( like white out for painters) much of its entirety going back to the start, maybe even developing fresh sketches. So I've been avoiding working on it. You can tell that's true when I tell you that I "chose" to clean the bathroom instead. Then I took myself to the movies to see "The Help". A good film, it reminded me of types of people I knew in small towns in West Virginia, Indiana, Illinois, as we moved around in my earlier life. It brought back memories of people and circumstances of the times, more than anything. I personally had no experiences regarding similar treatment of blacks by Southern whites as we find in this film. Good story about bad situations...but at least I didn't have to work on my painting that has me stymied for now.