Crayon and paper, 2023

Can you believe the nerve of this therapist?

Asking me to draw a god damned self-portrait?

I mean Jesus Christ!

Where does she get off,

handing me a box of oil pastels

like I have any idea of what I’m supposed to do with those,

or what my face looks like,

for that matter!

What the hell, man!

“How did you feel during that last excercise?”

“Extremely uncomfortable, thanks for asking”

And now you want me to do what, exactly?

Write down “truths”?

About my “self”?

Unbelievable.

Ridiculous.

Impossible, even.

Ok you know what?

Fine.

Here you go:

Portrait of the Artist.

I will be taking no more questions at this time,

thank you.