Pictures Without Cameras

With the camera gone, I have to turn from photos to art. Perhaps I should hire a courtroom artist, I'm not sure what they're actually called, to illustrate scenes of my life. I don't think anyone could object to sketching me going to work, or eating a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich for lunch, or agonizing as I watch another DC United game unfold into defeat.

My wife’s an artist. I could just hire her. She sells stuff online. While most of what she does is birds and trees, her latest is of a cat:

She usually doesn’t do people though, so it could be a bit of a challenge for her. Or at least that's what I thought until this past weekend when, looking through her old sketch books, I found this little picture tucked away in the corner of a page dated 10/09… I will call it A Portrait of Me.
I think it's brilliant. She says she doesn’t remember doing it, but it makes me wonder what exactly I was doing that warranted me being drawn in my underwear with a big, goofy grin on my face. My guess: probably standing around in my underwear with a big, goofy grin on my face. There's a good chance I was envisioning myself having just saved the day... perhaps a thought bubble with me donning a cape billowing in the breeze would help. Although, I don't think courtroom sketches have too many thought bubbles.

I can only imagine the floating head glaring at me is the artist herself. Sometimes I suppose I deserve to be glared at.

Anyways, I love this picture of me, and I hope to find many uses for it here at the Muted Guerrilla. Maybe my intern Jeff can put it to good use.