Mythologies of Self

REGARDLESS 1
REGARDLESS 1

oil on paper, 15x22”

REGARDLESS 2
REGARDLESS 2

oil on paper, 15x22”

REGARDLESS 3
REGARDLESS 3

oil on paper, 15x22”

REGARDLESS 4
REGARDLESS 4

oil on paper, 15x22”

REGARDLESS 5
REGARDLESS 5

oil on paper, 15x22”

REGARDLESS 6
REGARDLESS 6

oil on canvas, 28x20”

UNFINISHED 1
UNFINISHED 1

pen & ink (digital print), 17x22"

UNFINISHED 2
UNFINISHED 2

pen & ink with chalk on paper, 22x15”

UNIFINISHED 3
UNIFINISHED 3

pen & ink with chalk on paper, 22x15”

UNFINISHED 4
UNFINISHED 4

pen & ink with chalk on paper, 22x15”

RED INFLECTION 1
RED INFLECTION 1

chalk on Ingres paper, 19x12"

RED INFLECTION 2
RED INFLECTION 2

chalk on Ingres paper, 19x12"

RED INFLECTION 3
RED INFLECTION 3

chalk on Ingres paper, 19x12"

FIGURE OF SPEECH
FIGURE OF SPEECH

pencil on paper, 12x12"

INAMORATA 1
INAMORATA 1

pen & ink on paper, 15x22"

INAMORATA 2
INAMORATA 2

pen & ink on paper, 15x22"

SELF PORTRAIT
SELF PORTRAIT

monotype print, 19x26"

ELISE
ELISE

acrylic on paper, 21x15"

The philosopher Wittgenstein insisted that some things cannot be said, but they
can be shown.

 

The self is a myth of that kind.

 

It’s what I’m looking for when I draw a portrait.

 

A friend once sent me a text message asking herself: “Who am I? Where am I? What the fuck am I doing with my life? Argh.”

 

I was drawing a series of portraits of her at the time.

 

I don’t know what she sees in the portraits, but I’m still drawing her mythic face.