My earliest memories are defined by the faces of the adults around me, and particularly by those of psychoanalysts. I am simultaneously drawn to and repelled by their professional personas, as I am both soothed and disgusted by this anatomically incorrect portrait of this familiar face. Tony is a psychoanalyst who I have known since birth.
Creating this portrait was simultaneously a study of my reality and of myself, and the technique I used was the closest I have come to automatic drawing; symbols become recognizable upon scrutiny, and the final piece is free for personal interpretation.
This piece struggles to understand the texture of the subject in order to uncover hidden aspects of both the artist and the other.