My avitar is the only self-portrait that I have ever done. I call it, "Zetti Me". My Mom was an oil paint artist, and I remember a painting that she worked and reworked of herself for a class. She recently admitted that she burned that painting, finally. She hated it! Her expression was that of frustration in the drawing. We were little kids at the time (sis and me), so I understand why she was feeling that way about herself...now that I have kids of my own! LOL.
I like that not all of the self-portraits shared are of people....just of things that are signifigant to the artist. My perspective of these has now changed, though I will always admire that Saturday Evening Post one with Norman Rockwell.....painting himself, painting himself.....