I vividly remember how this drawing came about. I was replaying scenes from recent real-life experiences that sent deep wincey squirmy cringes throughout my body. The kind that lashes at the softest part of your underbelly and penetrates to the bone. Private hyperventilation. Flashes of drama.
The drawing was a distraction and a salve.
Perhaps inconsequential facial expressions and vague head poses occurring on paper outside of the body are the antithesis to a cringe inside the body.
And now I can’t even remember what I had been cringing about. But I’m grateful for the earnestness and honesty in the faces depicted and accept them as a self-portrait of a moment forever passed (and thank goodness for that!).