Self 7

Velvet and Floorboards.

It's been an interesting week; seven days of self-portraits is something I wouldn't have dared to do a few years ago, but I've honestly enjoyed it. Thank you all for

Self 5

Me, myself, I.

I've been thinking of the nature of identity this week, strangely enough. In Buddhist terms, the thing we call 'self' is an illusion, delusory. Just because it's a delusion, though, doesn't make it wrong. The thing we think of as ourselves is the thing that strives for enlightenment, so pretending it's not there is just as much a deception as assuming that the reality we see - and are - is some kind of fixed truth. Self is a more sophisticated concept than it appears, it seems; but only when we try to put it into words.

I am here, this is my self.

Shadow 4

Long suffering houseguest, contemplative.

Marcus very nobly allowed me to photograph him... he also came up with several ideas for titles, my favourite of which was 'Did I leave the iron on?'.