On my face.

I am off my game today with regard to drawing famous people. As usual, when I am having trouble with whatever it is I want to work on, I take a break and draw self-portraits. I don't know precisely why always do this, but I do. When I try to write and the words come out clunkily or not at all, I take a break and draw a picture ofmy face. Same with drawing and painting.

I used to just draw pictures of my face exclusively. It was at a time when I lacked any confidence, I realize as I now reflect. I wasn't brave enough to try things outside of my comfort zone. All shit stems from some fear of failure. It used to keep me wrapped in a ball, constantly anxious, muscles sore from nervous shaking. And somewhere in that ball I had a pen and some paper, and I compulsively scribbled pictures of my face, most of them ugly and distorted.

Nowadays, I suppose I use the self-portrait as some bizarre form of therapy. It's similar to masturbation releiving sexual frustration. A quick jerky sketch relieves the artistic flow that occasionally gets blocked.

So, here is today's ugly, distorted picture of my face: