Day 12 into my 365-day portrait project, I find myself rushing home from a late shift at work, or waking up extra early to show up excitedly at my desk so I can draw, or paint.
I get so excited to see the happy accident that I will come up with for the day.
365 portraits is a lot, and I won’t always have the time or the energy to come up with exquisite work. But I’ve decided that it is not my concern to judge the quality of my work. My only concern is to succeed in this project, and that is, to create 1 self-portrait a day for 365 days. The only way to fail is to not show up at my desk/ sketch book/ whatever.
The deeper I get into it, the more I want to relinquish control. I want to be selfish and spend an extra hour of my time each day doing this. I want stay up at indecent hours drawing and painting even though I have work the next day. I want to not know where I’m going. I want the art to make me.
