Otherness, the other, the other self, the divided self, the unity, harmony, disharmony, the enemy, the friend, the other, other, other, other, another, other.
After this election, I can't help but think of how afraid we are of otherness, interpersonally, and deep within ourselves. A while back I began to paint on my photographs, especially the ones I had taken as self-portraits, these were the most recent two. I have been re-reading R.D. Laing's the Divided Self, and trying to make sense of my notes. The relationship to the other, the need for the other, where identity is found.
These have been quiet days of reflection, rage, and exploration. More to come on this.