In my early twenties, I was almost always angry at something. My sense of privilege was frankly ridiculous and expressed itself through overcompensation and drama. Well, that sounds terrible. It wasn’t a happy time for me. Looking back at photos I did make some interesting style choices, but the self-portrait drawings, which were very few because I hated looking at myself even more then. Those I kept were fantasies and abstractions, always looking away from who I was. I’m gratefully learning to appreciate myself more these days. As angry as this face might look, it is an outward sign of strength for me. Also, it feels kinda James Dean like to me.
Subject: Stylized self-portraits based on selfies.
Materials: watercolour paper, dry pastels, white-tinted acrylic varnish
Dimensions: 8.5” (21.6cm) x 5.5” (14cm)
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