Does Somebody Need A Hug?
Self portraits are convenient, and I always feel better about decapitating and degrading myself than doing so to other people.
I exploited the kids last year for inktober 2017, and felt a little anxious about it. My drawings of our sons are always more revealing of (and more embarrassing to) me than them. And they seem to be more or less pleased by (or tolerant of) the attention...But that will likely change.
None the less, drawing myself repeatedly for a month is definitely irritating and boring.
Probably for you also.
This image about ambivalence comes from something I learned watching our kids.
An only child, I was not intimately familiar with the essential sibling move: The Love/Hate Hug/Strangle.
Very early on in their relationship, our older son would say repeatedly, “I NEED to HUG the baby!” And he wasn’t just trying to close an airway, (though that might have been a happy accident) he was HUGGING. This still goes on today. But now it is bidirectional.
Perhaps one can express affection and disdain towards oneself in a similar fashion.