Reflective

I’m a mirror of others rather than my own person.
Those who see beauty in me are beautiful themselves; those who find me witty are intelligent comics on their own; should someone think that I am [fill in the attribute] it’s really because they are [attribute].
New companions, new Kristen. I easily pick up friends’ vocabulary, habits, hobbies, and preferences.
This is irksome. I would like to be beautiful, witty and [attribute] for real. I would like to have my own strong preferences. Do things with an internal passion of my own. By my own steam. But I don’t seem to. Not lately.
So after some reflection about all this, I took a personal inventory and came up with one important item that is mine alone: my creative expression. I don’t draw, paint, print or whatever like anyone else.
I spent the afternoon and evening balming my soul and regaining a sense of my self by creating three abstract self-portraits. Linoleum prints, my favorite medium. This is how I see myself at the moment. (Click the image for a larger view.)