Thing of Rags, fabric, crepe bandages and oil on board, 60 x 70 cm
A wandering minstrel I —
A thing of shreds and patches ...
Through every passion ranging,
And to your humours changing
I tune my supple song!
from
A Wandering Minstrel, I , Gilbert & Sullivan's
The Mikado
“Après un certain âge tout homme est responsable do son visage.” Albert Camus in
La Chute, aka
The Fall
"At fifty, everyone has the face he deserves". George Orwell's final entry in his notebooks.
My journey into expressive mark-making in portrait painting has led me to search for heavier texture. I was seeking for a low-cost solution that would bulk the surface into a decided relief, and in itself add underlying texture. I wanted a creative process that was essentially constructivist, building up an image of my face rather as i have been constructed over decades through the agency of social learning and personal experience.
I found a satisfying symbolism in using bandages to form the substructure of my self-portrait. They brought to mind the Invisible Man made visible, Frankenstein's creature taped and tacked together, the Mummy risen from its sarcophagus, trailing the emblems of its internment.
view of the thickness of paint compared to 4mm thick board
In a sense, each of us is a creation. First we are created physically by our parents. And then socially by our families, schools and friends.
And ultimately, we create our own selves through our life choices. Over the decades, within the limits of our genes, we craft our bodies and our character.
Camus and George Orwell would have us believe we thereby craft our own faces after decades of self-expression.
This is what it feels like to have mine.
close-up (detail) of A Thing of Rags
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