painting faces

I wrote a book. Fictionalized biography. called it August Travels but plan to do a final version and may change the name.


It took a year to write, every Friday i worked on it for 9 or 10 hours.


Then i painted faces, and wondered - are they all me? self portraits? some look like me, some don't. but some of me in each one. Everyone we meet enters our life, enters a bit of who we are. So i am all the folks i have ever met?