Self Potrait

For reasons too many to name

It is, I feel, the right time! Right time?

To what? To paint a self-portrait.

To present the real “me”.

Forgive your lack of enthusiasm

Why do I want this? A surge of egotism?

A seeking of approval? Is it a statement

Or a plea; can I tell the difference?

 

Good questions all. I will meditate on them.

or medicate; whichever comes first

In the meantime, I can decide on a technique

Take a quick trip through styles of art

Through in a few labels, here goes

Abstract Expressionism, Art Deco

Art Nouveau, Avant-garde, Baroque

Bauhaus, Classicism, Color Field Painting

Conceptual Art, Constructivism, Cubism

Dada / Dadaism, Digital Art, Expressionism

Fauvism, Futurism, Harlem Renaissance

Impressed, convinced; I know my art?

No. I don’t blame you. I don’t

I know what I like: impressionism

And surrealism. I liken the qualities, 

be they what they are to Schrodingers hapless cat: 

they are there; They aren’t there; no way of knowing

Either, the blind seeking the blind in a dark room

Or opening one’s eyes and mind to new ways of looking

New ways of seeing.

So, in terms of technique; I choose the surrealist 

School: bright colours, fractured iconography

 oblique angles and all; pictures of pictures beneath pictures

Oh hooroo hoorah; jolly good; you could show a blank canvas

With a red spot in the middle; and say “that’s me!”

Who am I to disagree? If everything’s personal, unique

Can anyone comment, assess, analyse, or critique?

Of course, you can. All you need is an audience.

Does anyone want to see my self-portrait?