Me (2” x 2.5”)
I’m getting to an age where vanity’s become embarrassing, so I tried very hard to go the honest route, with this portrait. I left in my snub nose, my droopy eyes, my giant spiderhands, my pouffy hair. But my resolve fell away halfway through. I couldn’t resist a loud outfit and a halo of glittery bits.
Man, I look just as mean in drawings as I do in photos. I should smile.
PS - I only noticed, after I already started inking, that I appear to be surreptitiously flipping the bird at someone to the side of me. But the raised middle finger is not intended as a rude gesture. I really sit like that, with my face resting on it.