Sometimes what you throw on the canvas is nothing like what you imagined. The arrangement of shapes and colours unite in disharmony to spawn a revolting creature that cannot be allowed to live. Artist, the insolence of the artwork that refuses to obey, the thing that teases and ridicules you mercilessly, should be stopped by all means necessary, even if it is your own flesh and blood that has to go.Oh, and there's nothing wrong with some melodrama every now and then.