Poetry

There is just something about my face.

But then I also am always dealing with a migraine headache (over 2 decades without a migraine free day - I'm going for a record), so that could be what everyone is seeing.

As to the Jesus part, my mother always said that I looked like Jesus once I grew my hair long. I don't think she liked it when I let my beard get long though, since that didn't fit with her mental picture of Jesus.

The brass rose was a gift my father gave my mother ages ago. I liked how the light shines off the different parts from different angles. I drew the picture with regular prismacolors on black paper. Once I put it into the computer, I played with adding some texture to the black paper which gives it that 'not quite a drawing' look.

I managed to get some neat variations of the rose using Photoshop. Here is a blue version: