Di DANA DE LUCA
Cold glass, how you insert yourself
between myself and myself.
I scratch like a cat.
The blood that runs is dark fruit –
An effect, a cosmetic.
You smile.
No, it is not fatal.
(Sylvia Plath)
I started to selfportrait in 2010 following a personal pain, as if I needed to have a witness and in the same time wanted to leave a sign of reaction to my being and feeling.
Later following my flux of conscience I combined the images in diptychs, in order to give to the self portrait a dialogical opening with ideal and unconscious images.
CRITICA IMPURA 