It may be finished. If I do more it won't be anything drastic. Youngest suggested that I lose more of the pencil lines, and it was good advice. I spent half an hour painting out edges, which heightened some of the colors and made the whole painting more fresh.
This went like mad, and it was on my mind all the time, like a background soundtrack or a hum behind everything else. I was playing nine ball with Alex*, and having some great conversation with him and with his wife last night and the painting got louder and louder in my head until I came home and nearly finished it, all in a blur. The other photo here (below) is of my paints laid out before I started. Simple, small palette, with the colors laid out analogously for easy blending. And everything will end up tinted with white, so several spots of white were needed.
These brushes don't have names yet - the whole thing (this last layer of acrylics, that is) was done with the smaller one, which was one of my Nana Emery's brushes. She would have used it for oils, but it was still brand new when it got passed on to me. I was happy using it, producing another painting in the family line.
This reminds me of a wilder incarnation of the same idea that drove Hounds. And I'm reminded, too, of what I like about Fauvism, particularly Andre Derain.
*Alex's Kigoheart recently adorned a t-shirt created to wear for Gaydaze at Disney. Check out Alex's Deviant Art page here.