I was browsing through my painting archives when I saw a thumbnail of this painting which I did in 2003. I remember I had several paintings going at once at the time and one of them, this one, was going quite poorly. I gave up on it and for the next few days it became the depository of all excess paint. Hence the title, Chromatic Junkyard. I kept beating on it and eventually began to warm to it again. I'd completely forgotten about it until I saw it again the other day. It felt like seeing an old friend, so I guess I like it now. I've always wondered if there might be no bad paintings at all, just unfinished ones. Of course some of them need a lot of 'finishing'