One hundred and eighty three thousand faces. I wonder if I’m still learning. Perhaps these are these merely changing gradually over time. Progress is a tricky concept in art. One of my aims is to create pictures that look as if they happened by accident, a mere quirk of the brush that looks like a face, yet somehow perfect in composition and balance. This will take a while, another hundred thousand or two, who knows. Maybe I’d need to achieve enlightenment first, a moment of pure clarity that would be reflected in my brushwork… Remind me to try meditation one of these years.