Eliza Kinchington
Bachelor of Fine Arts
Fractured Identity
Viewing oneself in a mirror is to view a performance without intention. To scream at your reflection in a mirror is to scream without true emotion or remorse, a scream for vanity's own sake. To reach out and touch a mirror is to seek appeasement from your own reflection. Reassurance of a kind, of your own presence. Yet without that contact or gaze, if we are aware of the mirror, do we still perform? Or have we slid back to reality without the boundaries of gilded glass to make us aware of the unconscious divide between our perceived self and our projected self.