rough draft of a revolution

I'm working on a major body of work right now involving self-portraits, mosaics made from pieces of coins. This was an initial experiment, before I'd figured out completely where I was going.

It's from a photo of me when I was 2 years old, aware but not consciously, with wide eyes and an exploding brain.
The subsequent portraits are much different, evolved. Perhaps less naive.

Little did I know in 1978 what I was in for...