Portrayed here is my alter-ego; the woodworker- my daytime persona.
I’m thankful for having work, but one day I would really like to hang up the mask and reveal my true identity.
This is my theme for this entry in the We Imagine Peace (Global Art Collaboration Project). After spending some time thinking about this theme, I found tolerance a difficult subject in the goal of promoting world peace, because I see the word as meaning accepting something negative, or the practice of permitting a thing of which one disapproves, such as social, ethnic, sexual, or religious practices. I believe tolerance is a starting point which should eventually disappear in favour of acceptance.
So I had to think of how to represent this, and decided to relate it to my personal experience.
The figure in the drawing is my great grandfather, representing (in this case) generations of poor ideologies and false conceptions, mainly as a result of the times, and how small the world was for the individual a century ago. My father frequently used racial slurs in his everyday language- I don’t believe this was motivated by hatred- I believe it was learned behavior, and that he did not conciously mean to cause any harm. He certainly did not intentionally promote any ill will toward people of other ethnic origins in our home. However, using language like this is harmful even in the smallest measure. I have explored the concept of ‘generational sin’ in some previous writings, equating this inherited behavior with the term family shame. I felt that this was a good topic to illustrate “losing the shame” of intolerance.
The writing in the background of this piece is an excerpt from an essay on the psychology of using racial slurs in language. The gist of it is that stereotypes are a result of a lack of knowledge, and misconceptions can lead one group to see themselves as superior to another. Using racial slurs in speech is referred to in this excerpt as “the language of oppression.”
Today, with so much information and knowledge at our fingertips, and within reach of our youth, misconceptions and stereotypes are beginning to fade. Even in today’s world of mistrust between nations, truths are easier to find, which leads to understanding and combats fear and hatred, creating more tolerance.
Find common ground.
I am happy to report that in my home racial slurs are NEVER used, and we promote acceptance and learning about that which is not understood. We are actively LOSING THE SHAME of our former generations.
Why the jellyfish? Some Google searching revealed that it is sometimes seen as a symbol of tolerance because of its minimal impact on the environment- they rely on the currents of the ocean and the winds to move it in the direction it needs to go, (in other words, they ‘go with the flow’) and they take only the food they need.
Thanks for taking a look! Let me know what you think….
Duality. Mental make-up. The shadow we visit in the mirror when we forget who we are.
Some days the sky is so blue you can taste it; others the air can press on your chest so hard you cannot breathe…
One day is a success. The next, a failure.
This is a private showing of artboy68 one and a half. This dual image unnerves me; combined from two separate photographs, the me under that face is actually smiling.
Can anyone relate?
So I feel the need to write a bit about this one.
There are all kinds of celebrity portraits out there, understandably I guess. I’ve told myself that I would not do this, as I believe that in our own way, everyone is a celebrity, and no one person is more special than another. However, I recently read for the first time a brief biography of Marilyn Monroe and was greatly saddened by her tragic story. It got me thinking about a piece of film negative that I have with Marilyn’s image on it, which I found during a house demolition under a window sill. (There were also newspapers from the 40’s in the walls.) I believe it to be a ‘copy’ negative of Milton H. Greene’s iconic photo of Marilyn.
The butterfly is a Great Mormon, (Latin: Papilio memnon). It is a species labeled as polymorphic, which means (simply put) that they can appear with different markings depending on their environment.
Symbolically, the butterfly shown here is a male, the intent being to show her oppression.
Feel free to comment,
Number three in the series The Portrait Within is “Hello, darling”. Open for comments.
I posted this on words n’stuff, thought I would share it here as well. Looking for an interesting discussion!
Straight from the heart of Scotland, home of my ancestors, came a wonderful package of all things Scottish. I saw on HelenMcClory’s blog, Schietree, (Helen was portrait number 81 of my 100 Portraits project), that she was giving a collection of photos (including an awesome photo book of her own and an amazing little book about the islands surrounding Scotland, one of which I discovered was a stronghold of my own family from the 16th century), a couple of very cool postcards from early 1900’s and some wonderful woolly photos of those Scottish sheep, which I also discovered do not form a solid wool carpet across the entire country. I just had to enter my name, an lo and behold the lords of the clan held up for me; I received this in the mail soon after.
Thank you so much Helen! Glad we ran into each other!
Juxtaposition is king. Second in the series The Portrait Within/Introspection, this image is open for interpretations and comments.
Do your worst.
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.