Either I wear glasses or contacts, or else I stumble around. My vision is bad enough that if I put my glasses down momentarily on the table, I sometimes have trouble seeing well enough to retrieve them afterwards because glasses are small and I am near-sighted.
When I painted this I was in a glasses only phase, I guess, between episodes of contact lens wear. And I’ve always had a problem with drawing my glasses in a portrait. It’s not that they’re difficult to draw or anything like that. I just never draw them. I draw the distortions that glasses create, but I omit the frames and get this slightly disjointed quality in the face.
I think that deep down I have an aversion to my glasses. I appreciate the clear vision they provide, but I want to see my face as simply a face. I have two personalities. The public one that wears the glasses, and the inner me who has simply a face. The conflict between them produces a sum that is just a little bit cubist. Well, that’s the least of it now. I made this portrait ages ago.
I suppose you won’t be surprised to know that the real me doesn’t have grey hair either.