the nude

I bought this painting at a market in Toronto for $10. She looks like me. She looks like me when I am tired after a long day at work dealing with the illness of children. She looks like me when I feel like I have failed. She looks like me the minute before I know I can get up and do it again. If she looked at me we'd know each other, we'd know it will be ok, and that no matter what, after a minute in this repose, we'll be ok.
Not bad for $10 eh?