Bruised
Apparently this is my 101st post. I don’t know if that’s significat but it is surprising.
My toes on my right foot are bruised. I suspect it’s from wearing in my new trainers over the last few days and was exasperated by last night’s run. I had little to no intention to run tonight, I rarely ever do on a Friday, it’s not that I plan anything else I just tend to fill the last night of the work week with other less strenuous activities. However, now that the option has been taken away from me I feel annoyed and want to get out there. The annoyance is tempered by the cheery feeling of knowing that I want to go for a run.
PJ has adopted a new habit for the new year as he often does. This year he has decided to exercise his skills of caricature so I volunteered myself and sent him a picture of myself that Tim took while we were at Kincraig in November. The result went up the other night.
I like it. It’s a little odd to see an artist’s impression of yourself, and it must be a bit odd for an artist to do when, like PJ mentions, he’s known me for a good number of years but we’ve only met up on a handful of occasions. Seeing someone you picture as a teenager with a beard must take a bit of reconciling. Certainly, when I was accosted at a gig recently by one of the traceurs I used to train with I could barely recognise him. I made conversation but I still have no idea of his name.
As any good caricature will do he’s managed to pick out and magnify that part of the photograph that the subject would rather not be noticed. For me it’s my teeth. I don’t like seeing them in pictures because I always feel I’m doing a Cheshire cat impression instead of looking natural. I have no idea if other people think so when they see me either in the flesh or in pictures.
I should come to an arrangement with PJ for possession of the piece, but I’m not sure I would want to put up pictures of myself in my flat. Perhaps it would make a good companion piece to the Rogue Trooper sketch of his I see every day. Maybe I should retrieve the “PJ as Warlord” picture at my parents and start a line of art on a wall.
One thing is certain, the bare walls of my flat need covering.
