One Way of Seeing

From a photograph. Drawn freehand on muslin and embroidered with black cotton.

I have always hated being in photographs. My mother is a ruthless photograph taker. This made for a rather painful childhood. Heck. Who am I kidding. It hasn’t made adulthood any easier. I think part of the problem is that my mother is a big fan of the posed shot. While I am sometimes OK with how I look if captured completely unaware, when I see posed photographs I always cringe. I am particularly hard on myself when caught smiling.