Tonight I worked on my self portrait and hand for the day. I like the hand. I think it turned out good. The self portrait I'm not sure of. One thing about today's self portrait is that I can see my brother's face in mine.
I was the oldest of three children. I had two brothers. The younges passed away at 46 yrs old in year 2000. That was Steve and he was the father of the nephew I am always talking about.
The older of my brothers is Randy. Steve and I always looked a lot alike. Same texture of hair, same nose. Randy has a nose like our maternal grandfather. More of a Greek nose. And other than our inherited eyes with the dark circles under them, Randy and I don't look that much alike. As a middle child, and with different looks, he of course thought he was adopted. My mom after 3 days of labor with a breech (rear end first) pregnancy and no medication for the pain will argue that point.
As I was doing this self portrait, right away I was seeing my brother Randy. I couldn't believe it. My husband was surprised too. So this self portrait taught me something that I didn't know about myself. Randy and I are similar in appearance. It just isn't as apparent as Steve and I. As far as dispositions and stubbornness, Randy and I are cut from the same cookie cutter and Steve was more mild.