Selfies with my Work: Reflections on the Self and Artistic Growth

Despite the serious title, suggesting that I am about to embark in an in depth auto-psychoanalysis, this post is really just a curious look at pictures of myself with my artwork throughout the years. It occurred to me that growing up as an artist in the age of Instagram stories and constant media updating, it is nearly impossible for me to feel proud about a new doodle or piece without that tremendous urge to photograph and share. But if we stretch the concept, the urge can also function like a sort of archiving mechanism. I'm taking a look back at my archives to find a way to engage with my thinking once again. Circa 2012; I was deeply moved, as any 14 year old going through it, by The Beat
Self Portrait of my Flaws