I have to take a selfie. I have to take a selfie. I have to take a selfie. 

Those words echoed in my head as reality sunk in:  I have just said Yes to a group show that specifically said

SELFIE.

Pretty obvious by now that I don’t indulge in the thing, except for strange reasons–like falling off the bed, waking up with a gash near the temple that I could not properly see with a mirror. Yes, I took a selfie to see how big that ugly wound was, becasue I just might need to haul my puny *ss to the ER for stitches. But I digress.

Back to the selfie–I seriously felt I ahve never worked so hard in my life, all because I dislike 1. having my picture taken, 2. posting pjhotos of me, and 3. I am not exactly a fan of the whole selfie thing.  And here I am exhibitng my face?

The little project evolved into a philosphical thing–if I am to display my friggin’ face in a show anyway, might as well fo all the way, and make that a poster of what I am about, what I stand for, and what I value most.

Done. And I must thank the organizers of Bloom (Works by Women) not for being kind enough to invite me every year for the past four-five years, but this time for shaking me out of my comfort zone.