Today is my birthday. I’m 37. Last year, I painted a portrait on my birthday. It wasn’t actually a portrait of myself. In fact, it didn’t look like anyone I recognized. Or even a person for that matter. But since it was my birthday, I called it “Self Portrait at 36.” It looked like this:

A friend of mine said that I should have called it “Self Portrait After Bar Fight.” This year, I thought I’d try again. This time around, I was trying a little harder to make it look like me, which I kind of did, assuming I’m going out for the role of Eddie Munster:

So far, the best self-portrait I’ve done is probably is this one from a couple of years back, which used to be the header of this blog: