I finished my self-portrait yesterday. Jim and I tend to talk about what I am painting and it’s often comical because we have very different tastes in art, plus we are married so we tend to not mince words. He surprises me sometimes with what he says. He can simultaneously be my worst critic and my biggest cheerleader. I think that is a good thing. Here are a few conversations we had around this painting.
When I first started sketching it I started with a bird:
Me: What do you think so far?
Jim: That’s a nice horse.
Me: It’s a bird!
Jim: What? Wait, let me look at it again.
That’s when I ordered one of these.
I also cried to my friends on Facebook. I erased their faces and names to protect the innocent from my shenanigans. One person empathized and the other basically told me I might be a genius. At least, that is how I chose to read it.
Then Jim had a dream:
Jim: Last night I dreamt that you became a famous artist and we traveled all over the world showing your paintings.
Jim: Yeah, it was really cool, except nobody could remember my name. They kept calling me “Lillian’s husband.” It was weird because I am not used to that. I am used to being the main guy.
Me: That bothered you?
Jim: It did at first, until I remembered that you were rich and famous and I didn’t have to work anymore. Then I kind of liked the idea.
Then there was Tiny-Small:
Tiny-Small: That my Mama.
Me: That’s right. You can recognize me?
Tiny-Small: (picks up paint brush) I help. I make it better.
Me: I finished my painting.
Jim: Let me see.
<Long awkward silence>
Me: I know the eyes are a little weird.
Jim: Yeah, you have some crazy eyes.
Me: I think it’s because the eye on the right is bigger.
Me: But, my left eye really is bigger than my right eye.
Jim: Yep. It looks just like you.
Me: Yeah, my eyes are a little weird.
Jim: You just have googly eyes.
Last night when we went to bed:
Jim: When you finish photographing your painting we should frame it and hang it up.
Jim: I don’t know though, it’s so big. Do we have frames it would fit into?
Me: It’s not that big, we have some frames.
Me: I guess it is kind of a big painting of me. Is it weird to hang up a giant painting of yourself in your own house? It seems kind of weird.
Jim: We could hang it in the bedroom.
Me: You won’t feel weird, like I am staring at you all the time?
Me: OK, at least in the bedroom people won’t see it right away when they walk in the front door.
Now I just have to get some really good amateur photos of my self-portrait art and submit it to the Jerry’s Artarama self-portrait contest. If I win, I will owe it all to my family. They teach me how to enjoy life and how to laugh at myself daily. This is important because I tend to take myself way too seriously. I am lucky to have humor and conversation in my life.
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