Work > Identity

acrylic on board
20 x 16

My mother was a beauty queen.

I was always told I look like my father.

Looking back on my childhood photos, I'm shocked at the number of images where I was in the process of, or just beyond the visually safe side of grooming. I spent a great deal of time in pink foam curlers.

This is a painting from a holiday photo (one of one of many) of me in a slightly disturbing but celestial pose in front the family Christmas tree, freshly liberated from the pink foam curlers.