During the last days of my using.  I started making these self portraits reflecting what I felt inside about myself. Not very pretty but this was me at the time.

                  If you look close, you will see this is only my clothes.  Holding a bottle of Vodka, in one hand, and my bass in the other.  All else is empty, and without meaning.
This could be a long story but I will stop here. This is painful for me.