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Mirrors fascinate people. They allow us to see our faces which are normally forever hidden from us. In art they provide a variety of uses. Frequently they are just a scene of a pretty girl primping at a mirror and applying makeup, other times they reflect the fleeting nature of youth, vanity, or an inner state of mind.
When you use bronze as a mirror, you can straighten your clothes and hat. When you use antiquity as a mirror, you can see the waxing and waning. When you use a person as a mirror, you can know if you grasp things or not. - Taizong
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| Vivian Maier self portrait |
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow
immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not
cruel, only truthful‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most
of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I
have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it
flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now
I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she
really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I
see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an
agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each
morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned
a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like
a terrible fish.
