hat a difference a half century makes in a man! Cadmus had the foresight and opportunity to paint himself at 36 and again at 86. The younger artist had the talent to paint his own apparent arrogance in the younger man. Fifty years later, arrogance is replaced with wisdom and resolution. The years have softened him but not worn away his spirit or talent. Of course, the younger man can never see himself as older. That advantage belongs to the mature in years. The older Cadmus seems to look back at his own youth and wonder if that man is completely gone or merely forged into a part of the older man. Like all older men, Paul Cadmus considers his mortality and wonders if that youth will ever live again in another place, in another person, in another time.