|Portrait of Diane|
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He has been working on this picture all week and finally, yesterday, pronounced it "done." And I looked at it and asked, "this is still a picture of me?" and he replied "yes."
So I'm thinking, jeepers. This is how he sees me? It looks like some sort of octopus/alien monster with all these arm-things, but maybe that's because I'm always whirling through the house trying to do 10 things at once.... You know, I always wanted to be "an artist's muse", but this? Come on. Then, I think, maybe he's more brain damaged than I thought...
But the more I look at it, the more I am drawn to the "eye" dead in the middle of the drawing. Then, suddenly, I see it: a face! A woman's profile in the middle of the drawing. I didn't see it at first as you have to look at those "white spaces". Sort of like an optical illusion...
And he says, "Well, duh."