Ham anyone? I like to think wisdom and maturity increase as I hurdle towards 62. Pondering myself at 46, I remember chaos, doubt, and a general retarding of my personal development. Simply put, I had used up all the air in my closet.
I had thought to frame my face with my hands in the pictorial space, creating a compositional effect. True that but, the effect I see is a psychological one of holding myself back. This isn't a dark period of self hatred. I would characterize it as manic. Generally speaking, I believe creativity in "Western" culture is a manic pursuit. There are climaxes and crashes. Periods of sublime madness and crushing depressions. It is a bit of a ride.