Pop

This is another self portrait but it looks like Pop, my Grandad. It wasn't until I took it off the easel that I realised that somehow a painting of me had turned into a painting of my Grandad. The resemblance is uncanny. I was looking at myself in the mirror, until about half way through when I stopped looking in the mirror and let go. By let go, I mean I wasn't getting in the way. I was letting the brush go. Uncanny really. I'll cherish this. I'll let it dry and perhaps make some changes - perhaps not.