I’ve looked at a lot of self-portraits. Of artists by another artist. Themselves. And there almost always staring right at themselves. Its creepy. Like self-hypnosis. Like they’re ready to do the horizontal mombo with themselves. I have scrambled a group of artists here who gazed into their own eyes and fell in love. Or glanced to one side because someone has just walked into the room. Like their wife. And caught them. I’ve included myself. I’m the one that looks like Van Gogh. But isn’t.
And now for something completely different
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