Life is Stupid

"Life is Stupid." 11/16/12. Pen. 7½x10¾ “.
“Life is Stupid.” 11/16/12. Pen. 7½x10¾ “.

I’m still not ready to share my painting from yesterday so here’s one of my earliest drawings. It’s almost a year old now.

Since I don’t have anything worthwhile to say about it, here’s an excerpt from my life story project, written right around the time that I drew this.


Speaking of my stupid smirk – my stupid crooked smile – it’s not natural. It was practiced. I used to smile like a human being. At sixteen though, I trained my face to smile with just one side of my mouth. I think I thought it made me look more devious. I remember it was really hard at first but I practiced it for so long – consciously forced myself to smile that that way for so long – that I can’t help it now. That says something about me, I think. About how concerned I was with making a certain kind of impression – and not a good one. It also suggests that I’m tremendously fake. Honest people don’t think about smiling as they do it and, thus, wouldn’t have a moment to decide what kind of smile to display. But me: every time I smiled, I chose to go with that one. My smiles were premeditated. They were very conscious responses. With me, it’s all planned; it’s all pretend.

Say somethin'.