I find self portraits to be boring for the most part. Really, the only self portraits I’ve liked were by Van Gogh. This one isn’t a finished product, but I find it hard sometimes to take self portraiture seriously, so finishing it is not high on my list of things to do. It was a fun way to pass some dead time (won’t say where I was when I was passing said “dead time”). I had someone take a picture of me with a disgusted face, and I was going to put this picture in a presentation at work that had to do with why our production was sucking wind at the time. It was frustrating… that’s the look: frustrated. Isn’t it funny how everything has a story?