once you've heard the blue guitar

this is a painting i did several years ago. collier was alive then and he praised the piece as one of my best..."except for this line...and that line and the one over there" i had to laugh. he was pointing to the drips....which i had put in on purpose. i was trying to achieve the sense of the music cascading over the figure.
looking at it now i am unmoved by those deliberate drips...and the color, while dream like in it's monotones leaves me kinda cold.
an old friend, who knows my financial circumstances and also knows i'm prone to recycling my own canvases, once sent me fifty dollars to let this particular painting remain as is. i agreed and have spent the last few years wondering why.
maybe i've lost touch with my original concept  here but the lack of color and the very thin application of paint is so not what i do when i'm painting.
so after several years i've taken the piece off the wall; an action which usually means the painting as we know it, will soon cease to exist. and will soon reemerge in an unrecognizable form.
i don't intend to paint over the subject matter, but i need  to add some color, some texture....some, me.
so, with apologies to jim i begin the process ...
here are some ideas i am playing with.

watercolor on paper

computer print