The previous Blog Post, 'The 'I' Cannot See Itself', presented a self portrait series that was borne out of a personal crisis over Christmas - or Yule, if you prefer. It helped to heal that crisis and to reveal that healing. The process goes on. Into the New Year the series of self portraits demonstrate further revelations and obscurations.
The first series began with the Eye.
The second series begins with the posture - the sitting.
This is the Tower of the Eye
There is something of the Buddha about this one.
There is the centred concentration that has to happen when one is embroiled in a self portrait -
No turning back.
It is also something that is, symbolically at least,
Naked.
Interpretation is just a dryer form of idealism
Gaze
Garnering
Guilt
Health demands that the invalid keeps a distance from all sickness ... including that of his own soul.
The Mirror's Lie:
All my mistakes could have been avoided by
Reflex-ion.
Health returns
The spirit is cured
By wounding
(Nietzsche)
What could be more intimidating than a self portrait?
Line does not exist in nature.
Line is expression ...
ergo, expression is un-natural.
Here one is searching the face of nature;
Simplicity of expression,
Simplicity of means to that end.
The
Face
Fits
Looking glass lake
Bottomless loch
Door to yonder side
Invitation.
Enter the mirror's
Reversed world.
Armed only with the sword and shield
Of pencil and paper.
The first self portraits were shadows. Strong shadows cast by flames in caves. And then, with soot were the first drawings made - tracings of those shadows on the cave walls.
In the self portrait,
man tries
to capture
his haunting shadow.
The hidden
Emerges
Unbidden.
The Male
Melancholy
Malevolent
malcontent
He seeks to capture his
Female
Profile
Like a
Hunter.
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