Self #2

Here is the other self-portait that wouldn’t upload yesterday for some reason.

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I have a question for all of you. I don’t know if it’s because I’m narccisistic or what, but the idea of self-portraits and the juxtaposition of the self ( that internal sense of self that is connected or disconnected, shaped or unmade by our environment) with our environments is a point of obsession for me. Not just the self but my self. For this reason–and I know this is a shallow example–I find shows like What Not To Wear very interesting because there is often such a disconnect or disparity between the way people see themselves and the way they are seen and I know you may be thinking, “But that show is just about physical appearance. Surely we are more than that!” and, of course, we are, but I think the way we present ourselves visually is a little window into how we see ourselves and our awareness or lack thereof of how we are seen. I am passing no judgement here. I often mourn the loss of how people on those shows have their mental image of themselves ripped away and shrunken to what is attractive or unattractive. Maybe they look goofy or could look “better” but maybe it doesn’t matter if they’re content and comfortable in the self they put on with their clothing….Just sayin’. But my question is: do you have any ideas for a photo project that would juxtapose the internal self, the mental image with the surroundings we find ourselves in?

I think it would be really neat to do nudes (not sexualized) in the midst of domestic chaos, for example…..but I probably couldn’t put that up on here.

Let me know what you think or if you have ideas. Or, if you’re in my area (Vancouver BC) maybe we could collaborate!

A little colour

…on this drab and rainy Tuesday. There is something decidedly unapologetic about the rain today, almost as if it’s saying, “You want sunshine? Well, screw you!”. Or maybe that’s just the SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder). Speaking of which I think vacations should be covered by Health Care because right now I feel like sun and mojitos are imperative to my mental and physical well-being. Pretty sure that if I don’t feel the fine white sand of some Mexican (no abduction, rape or murder for me, thank you)┬átropical beach and feel the sizzling beginnings of what will probably be a third degree sunburn on my pasty Canadian skin I might kill someone or die of drowning while attempting to sprint to Safeway for some dark mint chocolate in the torrential rains. Hey, if people can get nose jobs covered, why can’t my vacation be subsidized?! Just kidding, of course, I have no complaints about the Canadian health care system, quite grateful really. Just a little cold and wet over here! Doesn’t help that I happen to live in the rainiest part of the rainiest part of Canada. Sigh!