re: magritte…
first couple of variations from a series in progress:
# Posted by Marlon Thierry Laurent Fink. 6 replies.
# Filed in: Identity, Miscellaneous, Photographs
# Filed in: Identity, Miscellaneous, Photographs
Mephedrones
Flowers who once blossomed immaterialize like dust. Blown away by the winds. Gone with the air – parched. In no time. No time at all. All of them are everywhere. Inhaled once and for all. Day in and day out. By all of us who need to breathe. Daisies like Rosemaries. In and out of our nostrils. And lilies like sage. There is no such thing as empathy. It all comes down to nothing. And we’re a catastrophe. In the end we’ll die alone. But you know that just like mephedrones.
A Soul in Halls of Mirrors
We as a human being are frail and indecisive. Above all, we doubt whether we are or we are not. This doll is equally frail. It doesn’t even bear its own arms anymore. Its indecision cannot be shielded from its inner core for any longer. It understands that it is and that it is not. No hiding, especially not in a hall of mirrors. It cannot betray itself or deny its own existence. We do, however, repeatedly so. To look into a mirror to watch ourselves is in itself an act that signifies our doubts. About our frailty and indecision, about whether we are or we are not. This emotionally intended act – call it mirroring, if you will – thus helps us overcome the implication of falseness. In us and our reflected selves. Helps us to accept these reflections as part of our own being – an extension. And yet, by surrounding this doll with mirrors, its existence becomes a lie due to the unintentional act of mirroring. It cannot accept or overcome. It only is and is not, knowingly so.
