What happens when a self-portrait doesn’t quite look like you—but still feels like you? In my latest oil painting, I have explored identity through stone, shadow, and myth. The figure I’ve painted could be me, or someone I might have been centuries ago. I called him "Claudius de Savoie" as I was born in Chambéry, capital of Savoy, France. This figure is part invention, part reflection, a bust with subtle green eyes and a story etched in cracks. I have enjoyed the quirkiness of it all, the idea of painting myself as a statue, as if I were already part of the past. It’s artsy, yes, but also sincere. This piece marks a shift in my practice: from technical precision toward emotional resonance. I painted not to impress, but to remember. To leave behind something that feels true.
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