A thing of beauty
A little while back, the self portrait was an homage to the artist. The artist created an impression of himself and let the world decide its artistic quotient. There was beauty, technique and eloquence in the form; it was energizing and invigorating to behold an art work, impression or photograph created by the artist himself. It wasn’t narcisst or pretentious in any manner and was rather an abstract mirror revealing the true portrayal of the person in their myriad forms and avatars, or rather an imprint of the creator. Some of the finest creators in this form were Frieda Kahlo and Raphael; both of whom displayed range, originality and a singular wild streak that stands out amongst thousands of artists even today.
The self portrait thrives and I’ve included a few of mine, where my aim is to capture the particular drift of a place and how that affects the person in the photograph. I’m not sure if I’m making any sense but lets just say it’s not that ‘ubiquitous’ thing we have these days; the impetous ‘selfie’ that’s invaded our world and lives today. I’m looking at it very much with the eyes of an artist creating an impression of herself, in this maddening world who’s true to herself yet engaging the spaces around her and feeding off them.
Smoke the Drive... 