The Power of Glass and Mirrors


There is a belief shared by some cultures that photography has the power to steal a soul... imprisoning it within its amalgam of polyester, celluloid, salts and gelatin.
What do you believe?
For me, what used to be camera shy, still is. But I'm finding over the years it has evolved from the worry of soul stealing into the peace of soul searching. The more I put myself in front of my own lens, the more I see the layers peeling away to reveal something I had long forgotten. It's me. The less I realize it's being stolen, the more I realize I am giving it freely. There is beauty in that.
Are we really the projections we put out into the world? Sometimes I joke that people might not recognize me in real life if they only know me through images or words. There might be truth to that. Can photography catch those collective bits of me to make me whole? I only know that I hope to become the person I can {sometimes} catch on film.
Tell me, how do you see yourself? Is it hard for you to step in front of the camera? Be brave and show your self. In truthiness, in art, in mystique... whatever your comfort. The self you put out there might be the one you most want to be. Today you might be the peace before the storm or the rage after the rain. You might be humbled, blessed, joyous, tired, overwhelmed, or bored beyond belief. Discover something about yourself by peering into your own lens. There are alot of stunning self portrait photographs in the Shutter Sister's collection. Have a peek... and know this:
We are powerful, those of us who wield a camera. We can pull emotion through glass and mirrors.
Reader Comments (29)
http://esterdaphne.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuccioli.html
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29291473@N04/4072044158/
http://giftsofthejourney.wordpress.com/2009/11/03/tell-me-a-story-tuesdays-–-minnies-mephisto/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kraft/4018604564/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/michel92/4059037223/
I dont think its because of a physical dislike...I just think I am most critical of my self than any other person. I think, just speaking honestly here...when I start to be more at peace with myself, maybe I will let more of my self be shown
I absolutely adore this picture. I already cherish it and I'm so happy that I did it :)
http://photophoenix.aminus3.com/image/2009-10-23.html
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bradleysofaustin/4072764654/
also:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bradleysofaustin/4017795586/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bradleysofaustin/3333928521/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/leacayoung/2967561211/in/set-72157603612977770/
and what is it that makes us not take more self portraits? is it because we are the eye of the photographer? is it just human experience to be critical of oneself (especially a female?)
jakki, what you said really rings true for me. i have done way more self portraits in this past year (of huge changes, huge growth) than ever before while holding a camera.
"when I start to be more at peace with myself, maybe I will let more of my self be shown"
http://www.flickr.com/photos/danielleayersjones/2605402432/in/set-72157605645028770/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/danielleayersjones/3151769786/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/autumnsun/4068603480/in/set-72157622333249454/
i am new to the self-portrait thing. i really don't like the results usually. but i took some about a month or two ago that i was actually not too ashamed of. so i hung on to them.
http://itsjusthowiseethings.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-look-at-yourself.html
But it doesn't bother me, I still take a lot of selfportraits. Because I see them as a journey, and at the same time as the journal.
A quick one before leaving the house today:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/4074312840/
The daily me, the one you can find in any given moment:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/3909773579/
There's something about the braids...:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/3529037904/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/3501854932/
Not completely a SP, but I feel very represented by the bit you can see of me here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/2832253450/
This is so how I am!:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/3924267569/
Another bit of the real mama in me:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/97194242/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/233039564/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/49462581/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/96529423/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/96522696/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/3118898395/
(Sorry for the overload!! But I am thinking a lot these days about what the SPs mean...)
http://www.honeysweetphotography.com/2009/11/shutter-sisters-self-portrait-yuck.html
http://www.flickr.com/photos/31417716@N00/4073747629/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilybeth29/2450793830/in/set-72157594587515983/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilybeth29/2886614042/in/set-72157594587515983/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilybeth29/3700614040/in/set-72157594587515983/
I wonder why? I'd love to know the psychology behind that.