Here it is again, turning up regularly
on the same day at the same time, midnight, every year.
I wish that it would forget
to turn up and then I could stay whatever age
I was when it stopped coming round.
But since something must be done
to mark this date and since it's all about
identity, leaving one's handprint on the cave walls of
time, I've gathered photos
of a few of the self-portraits I painted over the years
- many many years. They're arranged more or less chronologically
but the actual dates are probably lost in prehistoric
mists. I must say that seeing these portraits together
makes me realise that I could be quite a good painter one
day. Must get back on track. A renaissance is due.
All the actual paintings are in
colour. Apart from No.3 and 4, I still have these
and they are for sale, if anyone's interested. By
the way, in real life I don't have a long neck, unfortunately.
More recent ones, including the
digital series, are here and