Self-portraits enable feral linear urgency, that opportunistic drive looking for a place to land. Early portraits were more attached to likeness and finish. Recent self-portraits are culled from daily 5-minute reckonings – the first thing-in-the-morning/before coffee encounters after letting out the dogs and feeding the chickens. Likeness is the least of it when you’re going for the bone. On good days my face comes off as I watch my negotiations with scrap paper, charcoal, photocopies, or what have you. On such days I’m able to sound my interior character, come what may. Irksome impulses may wriggle to the surface goading silly blurts and unimportant skills.