11" x 14"
Acrylic on canvas
"Birth was the death of him"
Samuel Beckett. So another year. Ho Hum.
Should I be lucky enough to reach relative sagehood, I hope that I do so looking as cool as Samuel Beckett.
What a face-a veritable crumpled road map of life.
What a legacy-although truth be told I'm a little more partial to Joyce.
Each to his own.
I kept this one fast and loose, and it turned out all the better for it.
With a face like that, the rest was easy.
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