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When I walk to my studio, I pass my mirror. Sometimes I look at my reflection. We are one of the few animals, which recognize themselves in a mirror image.
I then prefer to walk on quickly. As an artist, I find it interesting to look at other people. Never at myself!
Narcissus rejected Echo’s love. Was punished by Apollo by making him fall in love with his own reflection. Falling in love with your own reflection seems terrible to me. I have been spared the obsession of such a thing. Never fall in love with my own work either. Sold, done. I then look forward to my next creation.
If we would reflect more on our appearance as human beings, will that perhaps indicate the relativity of things? Will a mirror study perhaps make man humbler?
Does the objective artist exist? I have never wanted to mirror the work of other artists. That mirror would only blind me.
It might be better to reflect with yourself, and see if you have done well as an artist. Like perhaps in the fairy tale of Snow White. Her stepmother looked in the mirror every morning and then asked”: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most beautiful in the country?”. One day she was no longer the most beautiful and took revenge on Snow White.
Oh, vanity of vanities, all is vanity.[i]
However, the mirror always speaks the truth. It shows every detail of us that we may not want to see. When the truth mirror fell from heaven and shattered into a thousand shards, everyone ran to…
