Here’s a painting I’ve been working on for a few months. Hard to say if it’s done, but other than mucking with the face, I haven’t had the nerve to change it much. It’s so fucked up that it sort of charms me. Thinking of the Smiths here: “I thought that if you played an acoustic guitar, it meant that you were a protest singer. I can laugh about it now, but at the time it was terrible, oh let me go.”
