3.12.2002
 
I remember doing something much like this a lil while back. Thankfully I decided against those photos and decided to go for something more... erm, clothed. But now that I'm halfway through my self-portrait, I look like a mask for a golden Buddha.

Just my luck, I guess.

And I was writing my manifesto against the other side of the chalkboard at art which is doubling as a wall for the lil enclosure I had set up for myself. Now if only I could shield myself from the prying eyes of those who walk through the door....

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