I've been working on my self portrait lately. I can't say it's been going terribly well. Every time I set out to work on it I'm hit by an overwhelming desire to move everything, i.e. change the position of the head, the hands, the shoulders, etc. And I've yielded to the desire, starting each day as if from scratch. I like to believe that it was at least a good exercise along the way. For a while it seemed I was inadvertently channelling Pontormo or Parmigianino, giving myself an absurdly long neck. I also toyed with poses that left my hands out of the frame, as hands are hard enough to paint when they're being held still and not in constant motion. I've decided, however, to stick out the current pose, as the realization that this painting could very well continue forever has sunk in. It has a long way to go yet, but hopefully, now that I've stopped changing things around, it may progress at a normal rate.
So here it is, version five-hundred million, give or take: