I love L.S Lowry’s “Head of a Man with Red Eyes” (there are only two self-portraits by Lowry, both similar, the one I am talking about is the earlier of the two). I saw it for the very first time in the height of my depression, and it really spoke to me. It captured the way I felt (and even the way I looked) at the time, and every time I see it, I feel such an affinity with it. I’ve copied it a number of times at changing, turbulent periods of my life and this is the most recent.
I can’t really explain what exactly it is that Lowry’s portrait says to me, but seeing it at the right place and at the right time really solidified it as one of my favourite portraits of all time.