Self Portrait (1)

My first self portrait. I sat in front of the bathroom mirror for this session.

00s self portrait

I’m just now learning to draw the face components. Separately, I’ve worked on lips, eyes, noses, mouths. I thought it would be funny to draw my self portrait just as I’m starting out and then draw it again later (much later).

This sort of looks like what I think I look like. It fits my general description, but I don’t think anyone would look at it and say, “Hey, that’s Tresha!”

It seems odd to me that I couldn’t draw myself to be any more recognizable.

Next Steps: Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll

Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll

Next Steps

“Everything I own, gone in just a few minutes.” Max heard himself say to the reporter as she packed up her gear. She hadn’t talked to him. She had interviewed only the man who lived in the penthouse suite. Both the penthouse occupant and the reporter ignored everyone else; not worth their time, they thought.

Max sat down on the curb, coughing from the smoke, unsure of his next steps. This isn’t how I thought today would go.

He unzipped his jacket just enough to see his kitten’s face poking out. She mewed. Max hugged her as he cried.

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