faces are fucking bizarre. all so different. some with severe aesthetic handicaps. big, bulgy eyes that are seen through. long and skinny little lips. mouths. they open and there is entry. entry to life, death. breath, sexual entry. tactile. emotional. then there're noses. more holes there. two right in the center of the picture that is your face. two round holes. with hallways.
everyone in the world sees your face all the time except the owner. the owner never sees this thing that is an entry to everything in their lives.
i became a portrait artist because faces are so personal and it gave me a sense of intimacy with someone i didn't know, or have to get to know. this happens when you spend a lot of time duplicating the image of their face onto a piece of paper.
but faces still seem stupid. they're just this mess of wrinkly, bumpy stuff on the other side of a globular shaped computer center. and they can be so unsettling.
i wish there were less of them.
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