Mixed Media 65" x 48" 1993
People think it looks like George Bush. This is the second self portrait. Pain, hurt, anxiety.
Angst ridden. Same technique of working with an image from scratch. Some things
that work well on paper don't come across so well blown up. The portraits
have become melodramatic and trite. I drawn on profound spaces of pain and
sorrow. I end up looking at my face in the mirror for hours. Meaning changes
with scale. Something got lost.