But is it Art?
I know I've said this more than once before, and I suspect it embarrasses him dreadfully every time I do, but I am really in awe of Pete's skill with graphics.
I absolutely hate looking at photographs of myself, but I've got to admit that I'd be a lot happier to do so if I actually looked like the mystery woman on the left.
My Great White Hope now is that Pete has the technology to de-uglify my real face to the same extent that he's managed with a photograph of it. (Such a skill would no doubt make him very rich very quickly, so I'm bagsying my session early before he's swamped with applicants.)
This photograph may possibly be appearing elsewhere on the interwebnet in the not-too-distant future. My lips are currently (if only metaphorically) sealed. I shall, of course, be blabbing the moment I'm permitted by the Powers That Be to do so. Watch this space...