I painted this self-portrait last week, I always work quickly and I completed the painting over two sittings. I love the viscous texture and buttery warmth of the paint, my hand free and working fast.
I have shown myself here for the first time with my birthmark on display. Perhaps it is for the choreography of colour that I find this painting so worthy of thought and discussion. This is where the truth becomes fantastical, where a cluster of blood cells, raised in passionate formations on my face becomes worthy of storytelling.
Sometimes it takes courage to paint the truth and even more to explain yourself. I am glad that I can do that now. I feel like I am reaching a new point in my practice, moving on to some bigger and better stuff.