I have a growing number of self-portraits, with myself dressed/styled in an androgynous/masculine way. I wonder, when I die, how will people interpret that? I often think about all of the sketches and works I’ll leave to be found, after I die, and what will happen to them. Maybe they’ll only become worth something when I can make no more? My Ego can only hope!
This is part of an old drawing with felt-tip pen, chalk pastels, and pencil that turned out to have creepy eyes. Inspired by china dolls, Directoire Fashion Riding clothes, and, you guessed it, androgyny. It was just a fashion sketch anyways…(I took a cruddy picture with a camera, as I don’t have a scanner)