Paper Hat Three
This is the third self portrait I have painted of myself wearing a paper hat. Within each painting the hat has become increasingly tattered and distorted. I feel as though I am the paper. I possess the same fragility and malleability. Although, like paper, I am able to become anything. The baby birds in my palm reflect the optimism I have about becoming something. However, there is one egg that did not hatch, which symbolizes the inevitability of failure. Someday I hope to look back at this portrait knowing most of my baby birds hatched.