As we discussed all of the meanings and history of American Gothic, I realized that I float through life looking at things and people without seeing them; I hear stories and voices without listening; I read and read without absorbing.
Then it occurred to me
that my life was much the same. I look in the mirror without actually
seeing me, what's inside.
Just as some pictures are
created with pictures within the pictures, as we saw on Tuesday, I think we may
have lives nestled within lives. Depending on the situations, I show
different facets of myself. I think I even do that with myself.
Is it even possible
to see the whole picture at once?
If we keep looking deeper
and deeper, do we see more and more layers? When we look for signs
within, can we look too far?
Standing between two
mirrors results in an infinity of images, ever smaller.
Can I stand between the
mirrors within my soul and survive?
I may leave it as a
question since answers bring death. And I'm just not ready to face an
infinity of images nor death.
When we looked at the
pictures Tuesday, I immediately thought of the artwork by Josephine Wall.
Her pictures vibrate with intensity and pictures within pictures.
I've included some on this post.
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