I'm really not as mean as I look. It's just that today's my birthday--the big Six-Oh--and I'm finding it hard to muster up a grin. I should have done more self-portraits back when I was prettier. Actually, when I think of the few early portraits I did do, I looked awfully stern in those too, in a thick brown hair wrinkle-free sort of way.
The somber self-portrait is a pretty solid artist tradition. It must come from staring in a mirror for hours--nobody can smile for that long! Comes also from being focused and deep in concentration. And this is the result--my painting face! Pretty scary alright.