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).
Carpathian Adventure 
don’t be said, may be it is a makeover for you
I would be sad and yet cannot wait for this trend to be over esp by these effeminate hipsters who see the beard as some sort of fashion statement. The beard has no season and it is merely the symbol of a man transitioning from boy to man. A symbol of authority, sexuality and aggression, of individuality in a politically matriarch environment. Oils, wax, etc are not needed but simple scissors once awhile. But hey good thing for you though since by the sound of it you wore your beard for the season not for actual personal meaning.
Unfortunately the weather’s changed again and minus 11 nights are forecast – I rode my motorbike through wind and snow today and missed my beard muchly…
Beards man are kickass man as soon as summer hits everyone will follow along like sheep and shave. The lion’s mane will forever remain on my face. Hey man but do as you please, that’s what is important.