I finished my self portrait today. It took so long and I couldn't get it right. I'm still not entirely happy with it. On second thoughts perhaps it's not finished, but I had been doing painting with no breaks for 4 hours. The eyes were the hardest part, it still looks like I am dead, or soulless. Just a carcass on a canvas. Do I have a soul in real life? Who knows. Maybe I have soul, but I don't have a soul. The subject of painting is relatively dead though.
I got acrylic paint in my burns also. A tad unfortunate.
The knee is slightly better today, however it still pains to walk normally. I have developed a horrible limp which makes me looks like I suffered shrapnel wounds on the frontline one winter in 1916.