I mentioned in a previous post that I spent 2010 drawing a self portrait every month. This is true. Each month, I would pick an art material, take an hour or two, and draw or paint my mug. It was fun, but it also grew tiresome. In May, I was so sick of my face that I drew my legs and that's OK. I thought I might do this for the rest of my life and have a unique record of my personal growth, be it physical and artistic. That didn't happen. But with some urging from my mother, I decided to take it up again. So, five years later, I present to you my January self portrait.
January 2015
It looks kind of distorted and like I'm about to cry because this January I feel kind of distorted and like I'm always on the verge of tears. It was a rough month.
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