The drawing is finished. Spent too much time on the texture.
I put it away.
Started self portrait. I am in the center of a vast space. But it is not
the space which will prevail. My figure is in the exact center of the
canvas. All around within a primarily black background emerge details of
my paintings -- unframed as if they are memories or perhaps vivid dreams.
In the photo I am working from I'm wearing a grey baggy sweatshirt and
old jeans. My hair looks as if it needs to be combed. Probably did.
Don't look in the mirror much.
Tomorrow I go to Oakland.