Hallomeen

I hate my stupid face. And I love it, and I hate it. What is a self portrait: An act of vanity, fantasy, of self-loathing? All? None? How can we even paint ourselves when we don’t even see ourselves as others do? Or how can we represent ourselves when so much of our selves is…

Lost and found

   I remember now that she was sat opposite me and I hastily drew this sketch of her in ink as we conversed. Then sometime later I took a photo of the sketch as it lay on my table, with my notebook alongside it, and used the SketchPad app to scratch in somedefining  light and…