Spending school holidays in my grandparent’s country house meant that each time there would be a different product waiting to be sold, occupying one of the rooms. The excitement of seeing what was stacked up was almost more exciting than seeing family.
One of these products was the narcissus flower. Opening the room and being hit by the intense, almost toxic smell was as impressive as the mountain formed by the flowers.
The region was well known to grow the flower and furthermore, the small creek that was walking distance from the house was said to be the same body of water that Narcissus saw his own reflection and feel in love, the same body of water in which he drowned.
His story has always interested me, as I could never imagine liking myself enough that I would fall in love. Negative feelings about self-image is much more prevalent for the general population and myself.
In this series I wanted to show bodies that were altered by their own reflections to represent the fluctuations within our own self-image. It is our thoughts, our own reflections that cause distortion.
