L.08.8: (self-portrait) Study 2

Ha!  You want multiple personalities?  Here’s six!  Take that, Funt!  And I get to be all of mine, so there!

I think I would replace the lower left one with one of me out in the Lichtenbergian space, and of course the two in the study aren’t really different, other than to show the astounding range of dissheveledness my hair is capable of.

Not very creative at all as a self portrait, but Mike’s struck a chord.

L.08.8: (self-portrait) Tetrachotomy

In my mind I am at any given time a pirate, a cartoon character, a wildlife biologist, or a vaudeville comedian. Or any combination of the four. None of which I can ever actually be in real life.

Additionally, loathe as I am to admit this, I don’t know how to use Photoshop. I used this assignment as an excuse to fiddle around with it. While that may sound a bit ambitious for our group, true to form I put off a great many things I should have been working on today to learn a little about Photoshop.

L.08.8: (self-portrait) Study

I went with the easy interpretation of the challenge theme: contrast.  As the month goes on I may try to do some more metaphorical interpretation, but for a quickie, I figured a study in chiaroscuro would do. I took a whole series of me in basically this pose, this composition, with the computer’s built-in camera, then ran it through a couple of filters in Photoshop.  I like the original a lot, but I figured it needed to be artsier.

I like the way the strong ceiling angle behind me helps cut the whole thing in half. I also like the way the artistic filter has created large blocks of tonality, with just a few odd patches of color here and there.  It was not my intention to create a mostly colorless portrait, but it works, especially since my flesh-tones provide a great deal of focus.

Self-portrait—in what way?  I’m in my study, my natural habitat.  I’m not looking at the camera, which is typical of my connection to the world around me, or lack thereof.  I’m brightly lit and shirtless, but there is nonetheless a veil over my image.  It is not clear who I am.  Do I sound mysterious enough?

L.08.8: (self-portrait) No time…

The object, the photo in this case,  should clear out a space for contemplation.  If it is successful, the viewer will be called to .  And then read it to me.  Tell me who I am.  For God’s sake.

I will unveil two secret jokes not apparent in the result but part the process and certainly  playing a part in the portrait from my point of view.  My computer’s camera captures images as mirror reflections, so originally the titles of the books were truly “reflective” but downright dyslexic, a deciphering challenge.  I decided, ultimately, that the challenge would not be worth the effort (in deference and tribute to my fellow Lichtenbergians).  The other secret detail is that my photo editor includes an effect called “antique.”  Seemed an apt click to make at the finish.

Assignment L08.7: Reply–>Reply–>Reply–>

The other day I received the following e-mail:

Hi – is this the Marc Honea who went Abelard elementary school and then spent teen years in Coweta county near Peachtree City?

If no – sorry!  If yes – Hi Brigham Fairview here – would love to catch up!

BghmF

This kind of mail was a first for me.  All the facts were true (I’ve changed some names to respect privacy), but I was suspicious.  Yes, it would be a kick to catch up with Fairview–someone I haven’t seen since high school–but might not this be a strategy used by internet scammers either to gain personal info or send viruses?  It seemed to me it would be easy enough to assemble a bit of identifying info (why not by stealing info from people who use searches to track down old acquaintances, even?).  Or what if Fairview was exploiting old acquaintances to boost his Amway sales (something I have been on the receiving end of in the past)?  Or perhaps he or some scammer wanted to lure me into a questionable investment.  My disposition (and my naiveté, probably–a healthy dose of doubt prevents it from being diagnosed as paranoia, thank you very much) made it difficult to take the message at face value (plus, the word to was left out).  I sent the following reply:

 I am he.

But how do you know for sure?

And how do I know you are “the” Brigham Fairview?

Wouldn’t it be interesting if we both turn out to be Internet Scammers, neither of us truly who we claim to be, both of us now locked in a game of cat and mouse deception, each of us daring the other to take it a step further?

Fairview, if I remember, had a sense of humor.  In his reply to this he managed to present enough evidence, including websites, to make me feel safe and silly.  Blame it on my mother:  People will walk all over you if you let them.  And my father:  People are no damn good.

But I like the premise I articulated in my message.  The Assignment, then:  what I imagine is a “story” that is just a series of e-mail messages with no commentary or explanation.  The reader would not know going in that this was a series of exchanges between two people pretending to be who they are not, neither knowing at the outset that the other is an impostor trying to exploit the other.  Dirty Rotten Scoundrels would be a useful film reference, but I think the “e-mail form” offers some unique possibilities at a more…microscopic level.  Good hunting.