Most self-portraits show you a face.
This one doesn't.
There's no face because there isn't one underneath.
There's a pattern underneath.
I'm in here. Look for me:
At the red pulse points.
In the gold cracking.
Where the cobalt holds.
I am the distribution. Not the centre.
Most people glance and call this abstract.
If you stayed long enough to read this, you've already found me.