This aceo has changed over time, a few different layers and color changes, too. I've put different bits of papers, ribbons, and string on, only to change it out time and again. Do you get like that- revising until your work no longer looks recognizable?
I think the issue is I lost sight of what the original intention/feeling was that I was hoping to convey. It must be the chaos, it really does upset my apple cart.
Now it looks as if the dream is peeled away in layers, rumpled and aging, bedding, bandages and pieces of time attempting to stall the revelations. Even with this chaos the colors are light with flecks of sparkle and someone's life's blood peeking through.
Do you work better in messy and chaotic places? Can it be too quiet to concentrate?