I began this piece by sifting through piles of misplaced clothing that lay heaped behind my closed closet door. My only intention was to create some obscure shadows on the body with the fabrics to practice contour by. I stepped into the airy denim overalls and adjusted the straps. I reached for the nearest paint jar; I twisted the lid quickly and let it fall, freeing my hand to draw the bra-like outline across the front of my body. I wiped the excess paint across my face.
The timer rang and broke the momentum. I stood back from the painting, inherently focused on every detail in each stroke; I realized that this was not a reflection, but an introspective portrait of an artist tempered and overwhelmed by responsibility.