‘PUT off that mask of burning gold
With emerald eyes.’
‘O no, my dear, you make so bold
To find if hearts be wild and wise, And yet not cold.’
‘I would but find what’s there to find,
Love or deceit.’
‘It was the mask engaged your mind,
And after set your heart to beat,
Not what’s behind.’
‘But lest you are my enemy,
I must enquire.’
‘O no, my dear, let all that be;
What matter, so there is but fire
In you, in me?’
I’m still in my surreal mood and mode. What I love about this image is the duality it have in many levels.
It is a digital capture edited minimally in a computer, and the same transformed to a digital sabatier.
Both were printed using a laser print over acetate. The it was burned using the sun over a galgo’s paper prepared for a salt print. Modern and old times’ worlds melted, digital and analogical photography joined.
The image itself is dual too, is my face covered by a mask which is made using my face as the model. Positive and negative of myself. The mask which covers the face with an inverted copy of itself.
The reality turned to a virtual of itself. Which one is the “real”: the original?, the copy? the capture, the reproduction, the set of numbers in a hard drive, the paper printed copy in my hands?
If all are real or maybe none of it, it’s a dream? a nightmare? if I took away the mask I’m still wearing another mask? one made of flesh and skin?
And off course, double exposures.
That’s some clues about what I’ve been thinking about this photograph.Read more "The mask"