I can’t paint good but I always wanted to paint
portraits. Here’s the thing: People find
out that I paint for a hobby and their first question is, ‘ORLY what do you paint?’. Well if you’ve seen any of the other pages in
this cess pit, you’ll understand how difficult it is to answer that question.
I decided to be a portrait artist simply to make that
question go away. The problem was that
I had then even less artistic ability than I do now (or did, until recently.
Now I’m back where I started, with little possibility of recovery). So I couldn’t
very well ask people to let me practise on them; there was pride and integrity
on the line (both false, I assure you).
If I do your portrait, you will respond in one of two ways:
A)
You’ll shout at me in a hurt tone, ‘That’s how
you see me?! You’re a cunt, Soc!’B) You’ll shout at me derisively, ‘That’s what you call a portrait?! You’re a cunt, Soc!’
We both lose either way, so I never do it. Well, almost never. I have one subject who calls me a cunt on a
regular basis, both in hurt and derision by turns. My subject is Soc.
I kicked off when I was about eighteen, completely confused
about how paint works, and utterly untrained (heh, apart from my age, these
conditions persist to this day). This
nascent effort was more than a little delusional. And laughably twee:
As will be evident by the time this is done, I’ve never
liked my hair, so this is a complete fabrication. I’m still a
skinny fuck though.
Next up, a few years later, the second attempt. This Soc is about to marry Frankenspouse:
While still woefully amateur, it’s not a bad representation
(as best I can remember) of me at the time.
The square-on angle a) clearly reveals that I used a mirror and b)
obscures the monolithic protuberance that is my nose (while at the same time
accentuating my sticky-outy ears). But
check out that head of hair! I wonder if
it really looked like that! I’m skull-bald
now. But I remember that shirt.
In later years, I got a bit more figurative:
Now we’re getting introspective! Yes we’re copping to the
big nose and the sticky-outy ears, but what’s this? No chin?! That’s why
forty-year-old Soc wears a beard.
I was approaching my late twenties and had a penchant for
the stuffed-shirt, three piece suit look.
I never did it in the real world because I’m a bum. And the hair’s gone! Portentous...
Soc is a fraud
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