I’ve been pouring through notebooks looking for drawings to post. This is a self-portrait from a few years ago. However, I don’t look like this. I don’t think I looked like this then either. Perhaps on a really bad day, I bear some resemblance to this if I am having a serious state of the blahs. Even now, in the grip of my cold, I look much better. It matters not.
Indeed, I post this as an example of the virtues of self-portraiture, benefits that transcend likeness. You can use yourself to try out ideas, to make emotional statements — or just to model funny hats — it worked for Rembrandt (though I prefer to use squirrels for that). The drawing doesn’t have to look like you to be a provocative drawing. It just has to be what it is. And it communicates what it will.
What I like about this drawing, though (and what I hope it reveals about me) is its economy of line. That constitutes (I hope) my “portrait” in it. Like the line that describes the top of my head — that’s got some punch. It’s bold drawing. (One wants to be bold.)
[Top of the post: Self-portrait in the pose of Melancholia, by Aletha Kuschan]