Fuzzy

Fuzzy
charcoal on paper
1983 self-portrait

     This might be the earliest self portrait that I still have. No one ever called me Fuzzy until around ten years ago. But it stuck. Around the time I drew this, my Dad said he would pay me $50 to shave off my beard and I took him up on his offer. I was clean shaven the next time he saw me at Thanksgiving. He was shocked when I returned for winter breakand I had grown it back. I pointed out that nowhere in our verbal contract did it stipulate that I had to shave more than once (he was a lawyer). I tried to negotiate a new deal, with riders, but he passed. My face never seemed to get used to any razor and I quit shaving for good around ten years later. So I guess I've been fuzzy for over twenty years.