Atone
2025
Mixed media on board
72cm x 84cm [Box framed]
I hadn't realised how much I look like my father until I finished this self-portrait. Just a passing glimpse of it reminds me of seeing him.
We were estranged, and only recently, he passed away. It was sad for a lot of reasons that are too personal to say here. I look at this portrait and see two people—the echoes of two wounded souls. Two people that were hurt. Whether it's him and me or me and a reflection of my remorse, I don't really know. Maybe it's the combination of all the emotional whispers that running through my head and heart. Time may offer a more definitive answer. But at least the quiet process of painting allowed me the space to contemplate all these feelings.
Self-portraits are always challenging, but the act of painting has always helped me understand, accept and “see”. Which is a testament to the power of art in my journey towards healing.
2025
Mixed media on board
72cm x 84cm [Box framed]
I hadn't realised how much I look like my father until I finished this self-portrait. Just a passing glimpse of it reminds me of seeing him.
We were estranged, and only recently, he passed away. It was sad for a lot of reasons that are too personal to say here. I look at this portrait and see two people—the echoes of two wounded souls. Two people that were hurt. Whether it's him and me or me and a reflection of my remorse, I don't really know. Maybe it's the combination of all the emotional whispers that running through my head and heart. Time may offer a more definitive answer. But at least the quiet process of painting allowed me the space to contemplate all these feelings.
Self-portraits are always challenging, but the act of painting has always helped me understand, accept and “see”. Which is a testament to the power of art in my journey towards healing.
2025
Mixed media on board
72cm x 84cm [Box framed]
I hadn't realised how much I look like my father until I finished this self-portrait. Just a passing glimpse of it reminds me of seeing him.
We were estranged, and only recently, he passed away. It was sad for a lot of reasons that are too personal to say here. I look at this portrait and see two people—the echoes of two wounded souls. Two people that were hurt. Whether it's him and me or me and a reflection of my remorse, I don't really know. Maybe it's the combination of all the emotional whispers that running through my head and heart. Time may offer a more definitive answer. But at least the quiet process of painting allowed me the space to contemplate all these feelings.
Self-portraits are always challenging, but the act of painting has always helped me understand, accept and “see”. Which is a testament to the power of art in my journey towards healing.
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