I wasn't really in the mood to do a self portrait, but it just happened. Using no brushes--that was the challenge to myself. Pallete knife, fingers only. It's kind of horrible. But, posting everything I make in my journal because I really just don't have time to be picky. This page was made shortly after a rather painful (I would call it a conversation, but I really didn't get many words in) scolding from someone who I thought loved me. I'm thinking I was wrong about that thought since there's been no further contact. So, this was just the art therapy I needed to get through it. I'm not over it, but I feel like I finally was able to say what I needed. There. Moving on.