Plein air paintings, studio art and lessons
I keep forgetting about to the weekly Self Portrait group. Here’s my contribution. So what if it’s really Wednesday.
Some of the entries were amazing!
I don’t know why I love this type of self portrait so much.
Two weeks ago, for fun, I took this photo. It’s pretty half-assed, I know. And it’s late, too!
I could take another shot; alas, the camera is charging and in five minutes my five minute window of opportunity will be gone.
Look familiar? Same glass door, this time in winter:
I am his teacher.
From birth, I have helped translate the world to him.
And now, the world is not enough;
he wants me to explain the universe, and death, and subatomic particle behavior,
and my mind is getting tired and feeling ignorant.
I need someone to translate these things for me.
Everyday me. The silly cornerstone of the meal.
It’s all good. Sometimes, on the job, I dream.
Mostly about other things I could be doing,
not that I’d rather. Even when I really do feel like a pig on a spit.