I know that a rare piece of art has been ruined. I know that many are shocked, outraged, and offended. I know that I’m a bad person for chortling my ass off at this:
|Restoration, before and after|
But the thing is, I really feel for this woman. In fact, I believe that we are twin souls. Having created numerous painting disasters in my short-lived and ill-advised stint as a visual artist, I understand completely what was going on in her head during this “restoration.” I have had many such moments myself, where I earnestly try to “fix” something in one of my paintings, and end up cocking it up utterly. Then I panic, re-double my efforts, and make everything even worse. Believe me, I know the sick dread and desperation she must have felt, layering on correction after correction until finally, Jesus has a wrap-around afro-beard and the face of a Gibbon monkey. I think this woman deserves compassion and clemency. She was only trying to make a fading thing bright and beautiful again. As many with things that have terrible outcomes, the intent came from a place of love and good intent. And who can blame her for that?