One self, well yes, a concentrated one self. The reflection in the window pane one dark evening. Smudged and slightly distorted but still able to make out. So I painted it, and this is it. I forgot I like to paint and I forgot I like to paint myself. It’s like having a conversation with yourself. I kind of like that. Oh, and I like to apply paint like this… just thought I’d remind myself.
Jag har målat.