Who Am I Anyway

I began to paint in 2003.  Prior to that time, I had managed to grow up, go to college, medical school, etc. etc., have all kinds of relationships, etc. without ever once trying to create a work of art.
So I am not the usual artist who knew from early childhood.

This painting is from that first year, 2003.  I was in a taxi cab and the driver was rambling on in a paranoid way.  I caught his glance in the rear view mirror.

When I look at this painting now, my first impulse is to correct the eyes.  They obviously need more work, I say to myself.  But on the other hand, maybe the man's inner deviant psyche comes through the uneven eyes.  If I were to work on them now, I might completely obfuscate the artistic statement.  There's a kind of raw uneven power to the painting the way it now is.