My self-portrait is finished. Although an actual picture of me isn't on these two canvases, many details of my childhood are in secret writing, even though most are obscured by layers.
I thought about this project for nearly four years. My creative process can be lengthy and a project may take ages to conceive, plus there are delays from fear of failure. Elements piled up in my room and in my head, but the big, fat kick-in-the-butt was when I told my friend Claudia about my idea and (more than once, apparently, because) she said, "Lauren, you've been talking about this for a year." Oh boy, she had no idea! Don't get me wrong; it wasn't Claudia's intention to embarrass me -- she's my pal, after all. Did I have enough materials? Was I ready to begin? It was another five months before completion, because I can procrastinate like the best of them. Earlier posts are here, here and here.
Here are stages of the work, plus some of the text which is hidden in scribbles. I won't reveal all of the words because, after all, it is "secret writing."