Probably my finest self portrait, it really depicts my arrogance, I tend to pity myself every chance I have. It has always been a part of me, and there’s no sad boho story to that. I have written over 60 poems to create a superior language & truth. it’s because of my ego that I’m not immobile and in constant move. Why I’m never pleased by myself or by my work. Pitying myself, in awe of life and observing the outlife, the interior of the studio is dark, and the figure lacks identity. it wants to be remembered & influence, yet is it entirely insignificant to the negative space.