Dreams of Myself
I am a caregiver for my husband who has cancer. In some ways I have lost touch with who I am. I wanted to paint a self-portrait as a sort of way of expressing who I am. I even had a photo of myself from which to work. Instead I decided to paint the background with rough pumice because that is how I felt, like who I am is slowly being ground away. Then I started painting myself, not from my photo but more or less as I see myself-quietly staring out into space, unthinking, unknowing.