Physiognomy and its discontents

I'm deluded for seeking any answers from the study of my aging face.

 Rough, predawn sketch.

Rough, predawn sketch.

From sketching it. From stitching it. 

 WIP, 2017.

WIP, 2017.

And yet I'm compelled. Willing to risk being dismissed as a narcissist. 

 Old makeup. Morning sketch.

Old makeup. Morning sketch.

There are no answers there and yet I'm lost in this map.