My self-portrait represents me, not through my image, but through my intellect and love of words. I have a lot I mean to accomplish in my life, and that all has a huge impact on myself as a person. I don’t yet know who I am or what exactly I want. But I know my thoughts and I am exceptionally good at analyzing myself and figuring myself out, like a puzzle. But I know that this puzzle cannot be completely finished, it is ever changing and new pieces are constantly being added to the pile of those yet to be fitted together. Words are something that I express myself through, and also what I love most. I have always been a big reader, and books are the only things that I feel I can relate to no matter what. I love them more than anything because they are my nourishment. I read when I’m sad, happy, confused, or frustrated. Words, to me, are everlasting. The record the events of the past and tell of the future, they can describe unfathomable things. They are out key into the unknown, there are so many impossible things that are made real and possible through words, which come from and lead to ideas.
The book I am pointing to is Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust, who has become my favorite writer. I thought it to be the most appropriate book to use in this photo, because the reason why he is such an amazing writer is because he has the ability to put emotions and thoughts that I can barely grasp in my mind, onto paper. He finds a way to describe things no one else can, and in unique ways that are mind-boggling while at the same time laugh-out-loud hilarious. I chose page 269, because at the bottom of that page (not visible in the picture) is my favorite part of Proust. A few lines, dialogue, that reveal in the simplest way, the most absurd absurdities of Proust. Every time I see those few lines, no matter what mood I am in the humor I find in the words lifts my spirits. The book also carries with it memories that are some of the best I have, so far. And represents friendships and people I will never forget.
On my middle finger I am wearing an old ring that used to belong to my great-grandmother. It has no substantial monetary value, but to me I feel that it represents who I am. For some reason I have always felt a strange connection to it, as though this inanimate object… understands me. I can’t explain why. The delicate but strong moldings surrounding the blue crystal has become my style. Not only does it resemble the clothes and objects I like, but also the History I find so important. Maybe it is because the ring is so old and from a different time, the past. It symbolizes past and future, the History I love to learn about, and the history I will create in my life. By that I mean my future actions and ideas that will make history and change the world.
On my forefinger I wrote the words “I am… words to be found, read and spoken”. I don’t know who I am, but I know that words are special to me. I feel a connection to them, and I know that the words that will come to me in the future will define who I am. But those words are yet to be found, and when they are found it will not be the beginning or end of anything, only the continuation of me. And through those words hopefully I will be able to discover new amazing ideas in me and in others that will continue on forever.
I LOVE your self-portrait!!
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