Selected self-portraits, ages 14 to 20, 
in chronological order

I began taking self-portraits without noticing. I am not a narcissist, nor an exhibitionist, and I had never considered myself an artist. But I liked photography, so I started toying around with it. Most of these portraits are early experiments, never intended to be seen by anyone. However, now I see some value in showing them: firstly, they are simply portraits; if they're of myself it is because I didn't really have other people to model, and in any case: whose likeness, if not my own, am I justified to capture and distort and publish? I own only my own image, and my own intimacy. And secondly, I see being able to share them as an important challenge: a lesson in modesty and vulnerability.
So as hard as it can be sometimes, I feel free to share them, and challenged myself to do so. And it really is hard, not only because it is myself, but because it is my imperfect self: the ugly face of an immature artist, poking in the dark and thwarted by his own self-importance. But at least, even if I haven't yet become a great portraitist, I do see some slow growth as a photographer. But even more importantly, even when the pictures are ugly, I dare say there's some art in here. Somewhere.
 So here is my challenge, fulfilled (somewhat): 
- 2011 -
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- 2013 -
- 2014 -

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- 2015 -
- 2016 -
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- 2017 -
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- 2018 -
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