There are some faces that do not belong to a person but are abstractions, of ideas and times. A model’s face splashed on a magazine cover does not belong to her – it is a tablet etched with the ideas which a time – a place – the people inhabiting that intersection – define themselves with; a mirror they hold to themselves. It is the makers of opinions, the shapers of thought, who give these incorporeal ideas – of beauty, of virility, of fertility –a shape: tangible, seeable, sellable. Strokes of fingers, of scalpel, transmuting them to the lump of human clay – pressing, pulling, squeezing – fluting its curves, chiselling its features, carving its angles – and a face emerges. A vessel; scourged and emptied of its own idea – eviscerated; reduced to a container. To be broken and buried in the shifting space of time; and new vessels to be fashioned from its shards in their turns.
Mason-Dixon Line
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I admit that quite a bit of my philosophy and convictions come from songs.
Or perhaps it’s the other way around: I like songs that fit in with my
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2 comments:
Loved this post
i think this applies to facebook photos. ive developed a distate for them.
A vessel; emptied of its own idea – eviscerated; reduced to a container.
brilliant.
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