Stupid and honest as a rock
February 2, 2013
Listening to Bob Seger. And working on a self portrait. So you’ll forgive me a little sentimentalism. While I was working on this piece I noticed something in his eyes. Distance. He was afraid. And confident. Stupid and honest as a rock. Had no idea what was ahead of him. Afraid of everything behind. All his sins were venal. Wasn’t proud of that. One thing. I miss him.