I opted for something more realistic, an ugly if exaggerated grimace. Making sure to pay attention to my balding, the neck-beard that was growing out of line, my crinkled nose, my deep seated eyes, and just all my little flaws. I don't see myself as interesting or as something beautiful, and I don't understand the necessity of projecting a constant image of perfect beauty. Its an utter falsehood, a crafted farce. I'd much rather live and paint in an honest truth.