DENGCOY MIEL
Self-Portrait, 56
acrylic on canvas
A self portrait may be dismissed by some as mere exercise in vanity, a chance to embellish a conceit and reinforce all imagined qualities and half-truths. But for some artists it is also a chance to bare his soul to the world, warts and all. An artist who is honest with himself would display every mortal crack on his skin, magnify a blemish on his soul perhaps that is all at once beautifully ugly. A visual record of his existence.
This self portrait, one of several I had done, shows me at my easel. I am 56 years old here and subtly plagued by infirmities, real and imagined. So my gaze of course is turned towards nurturing a legacy (the green sprout coming out of a paint tube) or it could also mean a desire to stay youthful and fresh, investing a reprieve and slow down this cosmological sweep of time.