I haven’t done a self-portrait since my pseudo-nude “vulnerability” one from undergrad. We won’t speak of the pseudo-nude “vulnerability” one from undergrad. After 2015’s Consecutive Normal Punches I’m afraid I’ve scared my dad with this pretty little thing:
Ah, geez, there’s really a lot going on in this one. Themes of religion and mortality. A feeling of forced and reluctant beauty. Stars because… stars. Iunno. I don’t think the stars will make it to the final version.
I don’t know. It’s horrible but I love it and really resonate with what’s been happening on the canvas so far. Metallic paint, man. Metallic paint. I don’t even need a canvas just dump a bucket of metallic paint on me and I will be happy forever.
