“Who are you? Who are you really?”

I’m staring at the face of my painting, but the expression feels flat.

“You know- you really could try to give me some clues. What are you thinking? What was your childhood like? What inspired you growing up? Do you like long walks out in nature- or do you prefer to stay inside?”

I get no answer

Which I guess isn’t unexpected. I’ve had many a conversation with ...