What are we but reflections of the people we surround our self with? A reflection of our parents, our siblings, our friends, and even sometimes our enemies. I find there are certain quirks I retain after spending a long period of time with someone. Whether my laugh echos theirs for a small while, or my frame of reference begins to shift, I am made up of what others allow me to see. This is an exploration of the those reflections. Not to say that a person is solely what others give them, but how often are we aware of the consistency of change, in ourselves, that is produced by others? Of course, people change in different degrees. I'm impressionable, pliable even. I experience a lot of change due to the individuals I surround myself with. I am assuming that it different for other people.
PROCESS
Rather than painting the faces of those I associate with, I've gone with a more abstracted approach. The complexity of a person can't be summed up in a portrait, neither can the simplicity. So I didn't see the point of attempting it. I spoke with several individuals with whom I feel have influenced me. Then, after each person, I promptly sat down applied some paint to canvas. I attempted to create something that displayed an echo of the person I spoke with. some felt successful, some did not.
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