This is from a photo taken when I went on my junior year abroad trip to Italy by a girl named Paula Pickens at the time(she later married someone whose last name was Briglia)…wish I could find her again. I’m surprised I let her take it since I thought I looked awful with my hair up but I guess I wanted to please her and she took several beautiful photos of me…she saw me in a way I did not see myself. A lot of the other girls on that trip ostracized me…oh well, they just could not deal with different…for some reason, Paula could. I wore a black Danskin back then…as something of a uniform, even though I had almost failed dance and was a long way off from discovering yoga…and I’m probably dating myself by mentioning that brand at all. I chose this photo, which actually is blurry since the camera shook, as a way to paint myself while still making something that is a painting anyone can relate to.