I’ve always wanted to get this done as a tattoo.
On a related note, if there are any tattoo artists in the Atlanta area who would like to donate their time or add to their portfolio, I have a picture I’d like to get as a tattoo but have no monies. I make a mean chili, though.
The original drawing was the woman on the right. One day, on a whim, I copied her and mirrored her to the other side.
And fell in love with it.
To me, this picture says volumes about how I see myself.
In so many ways.
Each morning, when I look into the mirror, I ask myself who I am today. I am so many things all roiled up in one body.
Sometimes I can be all at once. Sometimes one wins out over another. Sometimes I can master that person in the mirror. Sometimes I can’t. Sometimes I worry about what someone else sees in that mirror. Sometimes I don’t care.
Stephanie over at Adventures in Babywearing wrote a post on Identity the other day. She had a wonderfully soft hidden meaning. I picked up on it [after a bit] but then started to apply pieces of her post to me and my mirror.
When I was in college, I took a Virgina Woolf course.
The Waves spoke to me on a level that I’ll never forget. It has stayed with me through the years and I think of its story often, especially when I look in the mirror.
In the book, the entire story is told from the first-person point of view of 6 individuals. Their soliloquies also introduce you and shape your perception of the book’s seventh character. Your entire knowledge of Percival is through the six pairs of eyes of the book’s narrators. If but one person perceived him differently, Percival would be a completely different person.
Who am I today?
How are you perceived in a crowd? How do you perceive yourself in the mirror? How many others in that same crowd look in the mirror in the morning and wonder the same things I do?