Last October, shortly before my fall that broke my nose and right cheekbone, I took a selfie with my phone. Selfies are all the rage these days, but I had a particular purpose for this rather self-absorbed activity. Danni Dawson, my portrait painting teacher, had given her class a self-portrait assignment. I started the painting right away, but it was never finished because of the never-ending doctors' appointments and, more importantly, the fatigue.
As soon as I felt better early this year, I began to complete the unfinished paintings from the last year. This self-portrait is the last one of the project. It looks slightly different from the reference photo. It is, however, definitely me, one of many expressions I wear, a more thoughtful and sagacious one at that. It is poignant, as the left side without a blemish in the portrait is the damaged side, now with a scar. I miss this face and the state of mind without the concern for my heart. We can't ever go back, can we?