Project Self Portrait

So what did you do at church today? While pastor Gary continued the neverending saga of Paul and Silas (it does end eventually, right? I mean, they died, didn't they?), I ate a breakfast of two eggs over easy, hash browns, one piece of toast with margarine (ew), two slices of bacon, and a package of stale donuts covered in brown wax that was meant to taste like chocolate. I also drank some water and doodled.

I drew a self portrait. That should be alarming for two reasons.

1. I cannot draw. I can't even make a convincing stick person.
2. I am generally opposed to doing anything that has ever been done by an angst ridden college student who uses a flat iron and cuts herself.

But I did, I drew a self portrait. In a small lined notebook from WalMart. And it was therapeutic, especially after all the wallowing I did yesterday. In fact, it led to even more wallowing, but of a much more constructive variety.

At some point this week I'm going to attempt to transpose this self portrait in a more legible fashion and have my dad scan it, and I will post it next Monday. I'm curious to see what you all think about it, not of my artistic ability, which I assure you I have none of, but of the symbols I used and what they might mean to you. If anyone else would like to do a self-portrait, whether it's drawn or photographed or written, let me know, and if there's any interest I'll put up a Linky when I post mine June second.

You can define "self-portrait" however you like, mine is purely conceptual. I think a self portrait should be more about who you are than what your face looks like. The photograph above is a self-portrait by Andre Gunther, which makes me think of my favorite Parisian blogger.

No buttons, no viral tagging, no showing off, just self-discovery. So if you're going to do it, say so in a comment. There are few things more embarrassing than an empty Linky widget.

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