In my twenties, on a whim, I asked people who came to visit me to draw their self-portraits, so i ended up with an art pad that contained their pictures. And I tried it out a few times myself. I recently re-discovered the pad, so here’s a self-portrait of me from 44 years ago. You can see the outlines of the portrait on the other side of the paper bleeding through.
So cool. The child is father to the man.
Which I think makes me my own grandpa?
Thanks, Viv. I think I remember that sweater I was wearing. It was a ratty mustard yellow.
VERY GOOD DRAWING; SOMETHING I WOULD NEVER EVEN THINK OF DOING!
I don’t think I’ve drawn since!