I love Sean’s portraits of self-portraits – he dissolves into a fairy tale, a Little Prince, a Pierrot. He becomes his truest self twice over.
When I paint my face I create a self-portrait on the most immediate canvas. The mirror provides me with a portrait, then I paint a self-portrait on its reflection until my face starts to look like me. We share an odd intimacy with mirrors; we trust them to lie to us. The mottled ones are best, little clouds and blind spots, flashes of silver. These ones lie by omission.
