This is one of my attempts to get a semi-caricature of myself. I'm not there yet.
And this one is based on a photograph which I call "Pathetique"--not "pathetic", but rather "provoking pathos or feeling." All of us grow up knowing that one day our hair will most likely fall out or turn white, but no one ever sits a boy down and says, "Oh, just wait till your chest hair starts turning white." I call this "Middle-aging".
Here's a hand:
Here's part of a leg:
And here's the goddess Athene, appropriately fragmentary, like so many statues from the past: