The newspaper is calling for self-portraits as part of the local Neighborhood of the Arts project. I couldn’t resist. Something about me.
I tarted up my old chestnut, with the shoulder brats (?) angels (?) pundits (ok), added some background complexity (so me), and the brain doodles (can you believe people have accused me of thinking too much?). Of course painting over a photograph means that it’s pretty literal as art goes, but (unfortunately) being too literal is the curse I inherited from my ancestors who were craftspeople rather than poets.