I am fascinated when I look back at old self-portraits. My intention was to do one self-portrait every month as a sort of finger on the pulse of my mental health. I go through episodes where I know that I am the most unattractive, disgusting person alive, and it’s difficult to convince me otherwise. When I look in the mirror now, I don’t see this image, but in March of 2014, for some reason, I did.
Self-portrait in Photoshop (3/14)
