Tonight I shaved off my beard. It was a sad moment and one I’d mulled over for a while. I like having a beard, especially when, like today, the weather’s freezing and sleet is pounding down.
However, beards, like long hair, are high maintenance, and I’m not that sort of bloke. As such, my beard grew without the use of oils, balms and snips. It grew strangely and thicket like.
I couldn’t bring myself to go down to the bare skin, so I left a bit…. Perhaps next winter I’ll try again. Or, I’ll just forget to shave…
The painting behind me, an abstract diptych, is an oil on canvas I’ve done as part of this year’s series. Stay tuned for when I can get an exhibition together (after I sort out my motorbike).