Today painting a simple self-portrait went hopelessly awry:

I immediately gave up on the whole mess for today and decided to just sink into a black despair. Actually, this wasn’t really a conscious decision so much as the inevitable outcome.

I will never know why I decided to adjust the height of the easel without removing the mirror from it first. I’ve been thinking about the whole bad luck thing and have decided to reject it utterly. Instead I plan to have 7+ years of fantastic luck. Which I think has already begun because if I’d had bad luck when this thing fell, it would have sliced me to ribbons. As it is, I have walked – well trudged- away unscathed.