The myth that insipired me is the one of Narcissus, a cruel being who disdains every person who loves him and who, punished by the gods, falls into the lake in love with his own image. Narcissus: a metaphor for our times where hedonism and individualism are predominant, where the image and its modifcation are the flter with which to present oneself. In my version, of course, there is falling in love and being struck by oneself, but these feelings transit towards an introspective observation of the person. The mirror, as a means of showing oneself to the world, will become the gateway through which one can access one’s own fragile and precious reality which, while refecting an image so beautiful as to enchant Narcissus himself, becomes at the same time a refexive reality from which one must fee and fnd a way to show oneself to others for what it really is: a vulnerable and at times obscure soul far from the pleasantness of its appearance.
