I posted a different spt last night, but this morning, fickle as I am, I liked this one better. The artist in me is somehow unused to the fixed dynamic of a photo. I want to keep coming back and changing things, like I can with a brush.
When I woke up this morning, the fork and spoon reflections seemed brittle compared with this surreal image. I love the color of it, and the blur---how only the corner of the label is in focus, and my finger is pointing to some blue angle of light picked up by the lens, as though gesturing to a dream. I like how the reflection shows mostly my hand reaching, and then my dark silhouette. Somehow this is a truer self portrait: there I am, reaching for the things that can hardly be defined.
See other reflective surface self portrates here.