Self Portraits

Self Portraits

 

I wonder how many times I've drawn a picture of myself. I used to do it all the time. I'm sure I have hundreds of self portraits in my journals. The pictures in this post are of some of my craftier self portraits. Here is one I made in cake--I made it for Surprise Annie postcards:

It was a real cake, a giant one. Matt and Josh (Rubber Rep/producers/collaborators of the show) kept the cake in their fridge for a very long time and I think Matt ate quite a bit of it, even after it was pretty antique.


I can't find a better picture of this one, which is a shame since I think it's my most terrifying one. But, I do like that it kind of looks like the painting is going to bite the whole turkey.



I love this one! I got to use stickers. I think it really does look like me. And, there's a cat in it.


Are masks self portraits? I think they are. This one was so spooky. It seemed like it was alive for a day or two. I felt like it wanted to tell me something, and maybe it did, but I have since forgotten its message. I still have it but it doesn't say anything, now it's just a thing I made.

I love this photo! I think it captures everything about me as a New Age Workshop Hag. Cat shirt? Check! Name badge with heart dotting the I in Annie? Check! Terrifying mask with black branches coming out of the eyes? Check!


This was a late-night-psychic-weirdness portrait that drove me bananas--trying to get the motherfucking ear in the right place (I moved that fucker up and down the side of the head at least four times), trying to make the lips have volume but not look too puckery and wrong, dealing with the unending eyebrow problems. I finally gave in to what I had, ate a giant candy bar, took a klonopin, and went to bed. 


 
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