What if what I see as the color red, is what you see as my color green, but we both call it red?  How can we ever know what color actually looks like to another person?  You can’t describe colors, just like you can’t draw a map to your G-spot.  It is all too allusive and perhaps imaginary.

If something as basic as color is potentially individualized rather than universal, what about the complexity of how we see our selves vs. how other people see us?  Not just in a metaphorical way, but in an actual way.  When you look at my face does it look the same as when I look at it?  There is so much subjectivity to our visual selves, which is why people can be beautiful to some and not to others, why art is moving to some and not others, and why some people think pleated pants are okay.

This makes me wonder how The Munch sees herself.  Does she understand beauty and think she possess it?  Or does she look at her face and just see the body parts we name, like eyes, cheeks, chin, nose, and tongue randomly placed like a Van Gogh? Does she have an opinion on the aesthetic of the positioning?

So I decided I would give her my phone, which has a reverse camera function, and see if she took a picture of herself and what it would look like.  This felt like a very artistic innovative creative effort on my part, and I could see the future of my gallery opening.

So… yeah…. This is how The Munch seems to view herself.   Either this is really profound or she was dropping the phone and accidently took a picture.