The main reason I’ve painted so many self portraits is obvious – I’m blessed with divine facial structure and colors. Even if I were ever to paint one poorly, it would still look good. I am grateful.
They’re so good in fact that I’ve managed to sell only one, and that time it was because my grandimama tricked both me and the client.
However, apart from being freakishly handsome, and aside from the benefit of always being around as subject for a portrait, there is something strangely alluring with studying your own face. As with all interpretation of nature it’s endlessly interesting how things you’ve looked at a million times still look different every time you see them anew.
I’m 32 years old. How often have I seen my face in the mirror? Still I can’t say that I’ve ever seen the same face twice.
Think about it, there are so many variables to this equation that is the painting of one self.

Probably all just a wanker’s poor excuse.

2009, 45cm x 50cm, oil on canvas

2008, 55cm x 70cm, oil on canvas

I present to you the worst piece of shit ever to have left my creative hole.

2007, 40cm x 29cm, oil on canvas

2006, 45cm x 60cm, oil on cotton

Best of Show, Artkudos 2006 International Juried Art Competition & Exhibition.
Featured in Fine Art Connoisseur Magazine.

2006, 25cm x 30cm, oil on canvas

I gave this one to The Florence Academy of Art. I think it’s a great painting, it just saddens me that it surely enhances the image the people down there have of me – the one of a dick.

2006, 25cm x 30cm, pencil on paper

2006, 23cm x 28cm, pencil on paper

2006, 30cm x 37cm, charcoal on paper

2006, 48cm x 71cm, oil on canvas