2010, oil on canvas, 23x16in.
We're back into egoistic recursion, since you can see this painting in this painting, filtered through multiple media. I think I had to hook this up to an external monitor for the profile perspective to work. I was in a google video chat with myself as a very elaborate mirror. This is technically the third teleportrait I did - I'm not chosting an experiment with a stranger over chatroulette. I had plans to turn a giant painting of Jupiter's red spot into nothing but chatroulette dicks but that plan has resulted only in a giant red spot painting and at this point I'm okay with that.
I did very little artwork in 2010. It's not that I was doing nothing - I was running a gallery, working in the bookstore, taking classes, working for the census, slutting it up, all sorts of youthful energy sinks. This painting I remember feeling like a hail Mary, an "oh shit I need a self portrait this year" but the concept became a big project the next year.