I am shallow, I mean superficial like the surface of a mirror; my only depth is defined by what I see.
Reflecting the Universe leaves me as I am, without substance, so by making sculpture I materialize myself through looking at others;but how? as there would be a difference between “reflecting” and “observing” and between “seeing” and “understanding” even if I was looking at a static picture, which is only a theoretical possibility; in reality nothing is fixed, everything is changing according to the law of causality; even my observation is causing it to change; it can`t be proved otherwise; I could not see what happens to what I do not observe; the only clue I have about the unseen is intuition and experience/experiment.
This has ignited my early interest in the relationship, if any, between the inner and the outer of the human face, and later in the X Ray; after years of observation I have a nagging feeling that I was barking-up the wrong tree; now I’m looking at the asymmetry between the image and it`s mirror-reflection and the asymmetry between left and right. The light beam which hits the mirror is not identical with the light reflected back ; I know that because I don`t recognize what I see in the mirror as corresponding to what I feel; or, is it just me?
To my amazement, when they would look at my drawings of them, all my portrait-sitters, without exception, would say :
-“…I recognize myself, but it`s not what I see in the mirror”
-“that is probably because you asked me not to draw your double-chin and your wrinkles“! I`d say.
But if it`s not their physiognomy, what else is there to be recognised ? ; they are looking at a smudge of chalk, undefined lines and shapeless surfaces put together with apparent ease and they “recognise” something which they have never seen before.
What is this?
No Science just feeling. ‘No Art Just Sign’.