“At 50, you get the face you deserve”

you inherit the face you deserve

I was just taking my dog for a walk. An older lady, had to be in her 60s, walked by swiftly carrying a shopping bag.

She was beautiful. No, not in a sexual way, but in a different way. Her face had wrinkles, but they were all in the right direction.

By looking at her eyes and her lips, I could immediately tell that she spent at least the past few decades well. She achieved what she wanted to accomplish in this lifetime. And she was genuinely happy.

“How do you know all that?”

She was in a hurry, but she slowed down enough to compliment my dog and smile. She already had a smile before I even approached her.

I’m an artist. I have my art for sale on Opium Tales. I just started taking that website seriously a month ago. Up until then, I only used it for short stories. I literally went one full year without a single update on that site. I had almost forgotten about it.

Anyways, that’s how I know all that. I’m not one of those two bananas, an apple, and a bunch of grapes in a bowl artists. I draw people.

I have two models I work with. Both are very dear friends of mine. They’re nice and relaxed throughout our modeling sessions and we’re having fun.

I communicate what poses and expressions I need for a particular piece and I attempt to nail it on the actual piece of art.

Over the years, I’ve gotten really good at reading people. I can tell if someone loves themselves or not. I can tell someone’s self-esteem. There’s so much I can read from a face.

“You inherit the face you deserve.”

There’s an old saying amongst comic artists. When you reach 50, you inherit the face you deserve.

Is it true? Hell yeah it’s true.

Think about your grandparents and great aunts and great uncles. The ones who actually had good lives have lovely faces. The ones who spent their lives being miserable have that misery etched into their faces like misery was literally carved in stone.

Old people are easy to caricature. They have deep lines that you can easily exploit as an artist. So easy!

The woman who walked by when I was walking my dog? I can draw her right now, even though I saw her for only a total of five to ten seconds. She had long, gray hair, a smile etched into her face, lighter eyes (either blue or green), and that smile even reached her eyes.

I can guarantee that I would love hanging with her in real life. She’d be at worst boring and pleasant. I’d be willing to bet she’d be a lot of fun.

Why this matters

I think the answer would be obvious. Don’t you?

If you smile for decades, that smile will hold. A cartoonist would make you a good guy.

Then there’s the sad, droopy guy with sunken eyes who avoids eye contact and looks at his feet. He’s also easy to draw.

Then there’s the wicked old lady who’s always scheming something evil. She looks like she hasn’t smiled since her husband’s funeral twenty years ago.

So start living the life you want and when you turn fifty, hopefully you’ll have that face that you’d love a cartoonist to draw.


Roman is an artist, composer, writer, and travel junkie.

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