This is an exploration and a celebration of the human face, both beautiful and ugly. It is about how faces change during the years and about resemblance and caricatures. It is about artists and art. It is about portraits and how to draw them. Etc.
In James Ellroy's latest book, the autobiographical novel Blood's a Rover, his murdered mother looms largely once again. So in this portrait he carries her picture with him, branded onto his skin, as a curse. And there is of course not much sunshine.