It's an unfinished painting. A few brush strokes, a dab of colour here and there, a few lines tracing a silhouette is all there is to it. There's a face, hardly discernible in the cocktail of all the colour that people have portrayed on it. The face is lost and the figure distorted by the occassional burst of paint on the canvas by the amateur hands of a painter. Every brush stroke makes the image more grotesque and shapeless till the painter abandons it realizing "it's more than he can handle". The painting lies abandoned and unfinished in the corner of a room until the next time.