““I sit at an empty table after the lunch rush and turn to the last assignment in my journal. This one’s the worst yet. The page is blank except for the instructions: DRAW YOUR SELF-PORTRAIT. Obviously, she ran out of ideas. She knows I can’t draw worth a flip, and she especially knows I don’t like it when this kind of art is pushed on me. A self-portrait is an interpretation. It’s not the truth--not a real image. It’s going to look nothing like me.””
