I choose Angst. This piece was bugging me. As it got more and more finished, it became less and less interesting. Was it a man or a woman? Was he/she happy or just placid? There was no life there. Ugh. After a few days of fiddling with details, I just took a knife to her/him. Removed her eyes, half her nose. I really liked her mouth, but it had to go. Now I had something to work with. After an hour or so a woman emerged who had something going on. A little less placid, but a lot more alive. The moral of the story: Don’t be afraid to take a knife to your little darlings.