This is a self portrait. It's a charcoal piece, with some chalk highlights in places. It is unfinished: Something about finishing it scared me, so I stopped. Pulling that face was my instructor's idea when she took my photo (to create more lines), of which was used as my reference. The eye on the right (my left eye) was almost shut and in the shade. That's why it is darkened out. The eye on the left (my right eye) is all you need to know about this piece. That is the part that I nailed. The rest I had a hard time getting right. I wouldn't be satisfied with the way this turned out, but that eye makes it work. You've also been treated to my real name. Now, all my mystique is gone.
I feel like I'm looking into a mirror when I look at this piece. The mirror reflects all my rage back at me. This was my last work while I was at college. I got interested in psychology and never returned to this period. This is a good thing. Between psychology and various writing and literature classes, I picked up on new skills and gained specific knowledge that drives my passion for real story telling (not hoity-toity literary crap). I think my artistic talents are better suited for what will be my stories to come.
P.S. I'm not a fan of pictures of myself, so this will probably be all you'll see of the elusive Grunt. Also, I'm not a mean guy. I promise.
4 years ago