When I was modelling, I spent half my life staring at thousands of perfect reflections. It got to a stage where I was losing all sense of reality - so after I quit modelling, I took all the mirrors out of my house.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For years, I hated myself. I covered the mirrors in my house. I literally couldn't have a mirror in my room.
Once I've taken photographs, I look at them, and I get into them, and I'm there for the moment - and then that's it. I find little time for reflection.
I hated the reflection in the mirror. I wanted so much to be someone else... I thought that if I was thinner, the rest of my life would change.
I stayed away from mirrors when I was younger and I didn't like having my picture taken. I was tall and had braces and felt ugly.
When you seek out - or seek to avoid - your own reflection, the modern city becomes a hall of mirrors: car windows, reflective walls, and plate glass are everywhere, transmitting a cacophony of different versions of you - this one too short, that one too wide, another one with a sickly color you've never seen before.
Reflection is not something you have a lot of time for.
And I usually use myself as a model, posing in front of a mirror as I dab the strokes on the canvas.
I do not recall spending long hours in front of a mirror loving my reflection.
I have a lot of mirrors around my house, not because I like to look at myself, but because I like the light and perspective they bring to a room.
I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. I take my spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see.