I was told a couple weeks ago that I don’t have any original ideas, and maybe that is true. It would explain why I continue to hang out with creative, fascinating people, hoping for some of the creative to rub off on me.
It would also explain why I’m fascinated still with this self portrait idea. I am thinking of doing it, but the idea of taking pictures of my face repulses me still, so I’m testing some other images, so I’m trying out the idea of maybe hands, feet, or perhaps eventually I will cave and go with the face.
I’m leaning towards my hands because they have an expressiveness of their own. They can also go all sorts of interesting or disgusting places, and it is a place where I can truly see my age clearly. My hands are definitely the hands of a thirty-three year old woman.