This is called SELF.
It began as a self portrait, but quite frankly, ended up an unintelligible, tangled mess.
Sort of like my life this year.
This is the last in a series of ‘bad’ head pictures that I will be drawing.
From now on in, it’s happy-clapping all the way.
A new year soon, a new outlook, a new way of looking at the world and a new lot of drawings that dwell on the good rather than the not-good.
Can I pull it off?
I don’t know.
The content of my head is dictated by the events of my life.
Or is it the other way round?
70cmx100cm black ink on paper