I don’t often attempt to analyze my art work, mostly because I suck at analysis. However, I recently found this photograph of myself when in high school and when my friend and I roamed freely around the art studio there, having access to a 4 x 5 camera, among other goodies.
(CLARIFICATION: I have a horrible sense of time, so it may have been forty years later, or not. Example: When I was 46, I thought I was 47 for most of the year, until a friend of mine pointed out I was not 47, but 46. “No, shit.” I said. “All this time, I was thinking …”
However, I know for a fact that I was 16 when this photo was taken.)
(NOTE: Sixteen wasn’t sweet one bit. My mother had just died, a month prior to this photograph.)
And when I looked at it, I thought:
“This looks familiar!”
Sixteen
And years later …
