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  • This piece of art touched me. Some of you may call it sculpture, the label of it is not important.

    I take photos of art that do something to me, touch me. I call this 'mirror pool', what it is actually called I do not know. In the centre is a torso and face, the face is agonised, screaming. There is one hand faced towards the sky.

    I watched as people walked past this piece, giving it a sidewards glance before moving on. I wonder if they did not see anything in it, or whether indeed they saw themselves a little too clearly.

    Regardless of where you stood you were visible in each 'pool'. I was mesmerised for a length of time. In it I saw myself, agonised and screaming facing the sky, reflecting others when I should be exuding myself.

    I've not yet learnt to stop being a mirror pool, but gradually I'm turning all their fairground 'hall of mirrors' distortions on myself. The agony comes from looking outward, from measuring your worth by those around you, from being the mirror pool.
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