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Boston, Massachusetts -- 3/12/15
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Self-portrait in frosted glass
Boston, Massachusetts -- 3/12/15
photographed by leslie zhang for self-portrait kids
Photo of Odd Nerdrum in his late teens posing beside a self portrait hanging on the easel.
"Portrait of an Artist Who Has Had Enough" - 2023
I took the worst photo that anyone could possibly take of themselves recently, and found it so hilariously bad that I had to paint it. I looked so done with it.
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Oh wow look at Jen finally doing one of those Meet the Artist things years later. Tbh I just wanted an excuse to draw myself lol. And the cats I guess (forgive me bc I have no idea how to draw a feline animal thing) (also forgive my fucking illegible handwriting I should have just typed all this shit out but i was rushing to get this thing done lol
Day 698, 21 May 2020
waiting for my counseling appointment as I browse social media on my phone, the clock on the wall continues ticking to demarcate the passage of time
I surround myself with people Who I aspire to be more like I realize only now How afraid I am to depend on others
I forget that if I don’t let my friends help me, I could never ask them to accept my own assistance When I need someone to help
All the things I care about in life, I built on my own And that pains me
I forget that filling out forms isn’t about true or false Logical analysis, or truth value… It’s about fitting into boxes, Molding yourself into categories, Whose porous shells leak with the smell of fear The danger of a self-portrait illegible
Money has to keep moving The day it stops swimming is the day it dies I’m not ready to lose my fins again
“You seem self-aware of your problems”
That could be the case But maybe, I’m just bad at lying to myself And that’s why I’m here in the first place Poisoning myself, by weaving disordered feelings Into reasonably ordered binaries, destructive contradictions
The waste product of constraint Is the ascetic ideal