Today I thought I would see what I could do with some left over oil paint, a very small canvas, and a one inch brush. I was also thinking about the idea of a self portrait. So I started working on a face, not necessarily mine, just a face. But as I started painting it I realized it looked a bit like my self as a young girl. When I was young, people teased me about being too pale, even having a ghostly look. It really bothered me as a kid, so often I would try my hardest to get a tan, ending up with either some freckles or a heck of a sun burn. Now that I look back at that I realize what a waste of time it is to worry about what others say.
Interesting how painting can bring back so many memories and thoughts.