Another in a series of "me", palette knife vs. brush. I worked on this again today. There are things that are happening that I like and some that I can see now on this screen that could be fixed with a stroke or so. I will wait and see if I change it. These are for me to learn from.
Looking at myself is not easy and I find it emotional. It is not just the surface that I see when looking in the mirror. Every plane change, line and mark are there. It is a kinda history that stares me down. The face shows many sides of emotion and expression. It carries the weary and raises up with joy. It wears love with a spiritual sense of wisdom bringing warmth and color to its surface.
I think I see my quiet times, my deep emotions that are kept quiet and not often shared. The person I live with and feel with everyday of my life is there in the mirror. The face that shows life's stealthy movements and changes that appear so honestly without a word. From self portrait to self portrait, life paints it own portrait without paint or brush. It is masterful and unique.