Morning, Bathroom, (Self Portrait Toweling Off), 12x9 inches, crayon on Rives BFK, by Kenney Mencher

$300.00

“Morning, Bathroom, (Self Portrait Toweling Off)” 12 × 9 inches, Crayon on Rives BFK paper
This is a handmade, original work of art NOT A PRINT and NOT AI GENERATED
FREE SHIPPING Shipping takes 3–4 Weeks This ships from San Carlos, California (The San Francisco Bay Area). I use UPS and sometimes US Post.

This is an allegorical, partly invented self-portrait with Val. I started with photographs I took of a bathroom in a London hotel and a couple of selfies. I used those references to construct the scene. I was 61. My age, this particular room and that point in my life seemed to intersect around a question: “Who the fuck am I at this point in time?”

The bathroom is a real place, but the image isn’t meant as an exact record of something that happened. I’m using familiar people, a remembered space and an ordinary activity to explore how it feels to be at this point in my life. Toweling off becomes part of a self-portrait about aging and trying to understand my place in the world.

I think of the room, the moment and my own stage of life as liminal: somewhere in between. The doorway and backlighting are deliberately surreal. The dark door takes up a substantial part of the left side, while the bright opening draws attention farther into the room. Val occupies the foreground, overlapping my figure behind her. The straight edges of the doorway and shower enclosure hold our softer, bending forms inside a tight space.

The mark-making is part of the drama too. The crayon catches the texture of the paper, building up dark passages while leaving other areas much lighter. Contour lines establish parts of the faces, robe and room. Elsewhere, overlapping strokes build the shading. I’m interested in how the individual marks work together as larger masses of light and dark.

The contrast makes this everyday setting feel a little strange. A bathroom, a towel and two familiar people become a way of looking at something harder to pin down: the intersection of who I am, where I am and this particular moment in my life.

“Morning, Bathroom, (Self Portrait Toweling Off)” 12 × 9 inches, Crayon on Rives BFK paper
This is a handmade, original work of art NOT A PRINT and NOT AI GENERATED
FREE SHIPPING Shipping takes 3–4 Weeks This ships from San Carlos, California (The San Francisco Bay Area). I use UPS and sometimes US Post.

This is an allegorical, partly invented self-portrait with Val. I started with photographs I took of a bathroom in a London hotel and a couple of selfies. I used those references to construct the scene. I was 61. My age, this particular room and that point in my life seemed to intersect around a question: “Who the fuck am I at this point in time?”

The bathroom is a real place, but the image isn’t meant as an exact record of something that happened. I’m using familiar people, a remembered space and an ordinary activity to explore how it feels to be at this point in my life. Toweling off becomes part of a self-portrait about aging and trying to understand my place in the world.

I think of the room, the moment and my own stage of life as liminal: somewhere in between. The doorway and backlighting are deliberately surreal. The dark door takes up a substantial part of the left side, while the bright opening draws attention farther into the room. Val occupies the foreground, overlapping my figure behind her. The straight edges of the doorway and shower enclosure hold our softer, bending forms inside a tight space.

The mark-making is part of the drama too. The crayon catches the texture of the paper, building up dark passages while leaving other areas much lighter. Contour lines establish parts of the faces, robe and room. Elsewhere, overlapping strokes build the shading. I’m interested in how the individual marks work together as larger masses of light and dark.

The contrast makes this everyday setting feel a little strange. A bathroom, a towel and two familiar people become a way of looking at something harder to pin down: the intersection of who I am, where I am and this particular moment in my life.