The first in a series I’m calling ‘The Portrait Within’, “Carbon Copy, (self portrait as my father)”, is the beginning of an intimate commentary on the person inside- the one we keep in the closet for introspection on rainy days.
The outward appearance only tells part of the story. I believe that as human beings we are the only animals inherently complex enough to invent ourselves on a daily basis to appear to others how we wish to be perceived. What follows here will be an exercise in peeling back the layers of the onion, revealing my interpretation of the unseen; the hidden parts.
Some may be pretty, some not so. Feel free to leave a comment.