The Face on the Bar Room Floor

The last blog must have touched a nerve as there were three comments, a record for me. All to do with self portraits and the horror of it all. My masterpiece is delayed as on the day I was to start it I had to send my large canvases down to number one child who is fluffing her house so it can be sold. I hope to make a start this Friday but am laid low with a very nasty sinus, chest thing that is going the rounds. I don't want to be hacking and sneezing over my fellow artists . It is a small studio and we sit cheek by jowl and share everything ! Besides to hear the comments one never seems to come off looking one's best in a self portrait and the odds are definitely stacked against me right now. I feel like I should cover the mirrors as the Jews do when they sit Shiva and mourn the dead. Not that I plan to pop my clogs anytime soon it's just when I am ill I give that impression. Perhaps I am looking at this from the wrong angle. Maybe looking like death warmed over and scraped around the frying pan will give the portrait a veracity that looking my best would not, a sort of portrait noir ! Maybe this is my breakthrough ! Maybe I am running a temperature and should go and lie down ! A short Blog but a merry one !