Our ego, prompted by our vanity – we glance at our image in a mirror. A glance that can reassure us or ruffle us. The ego subdues the soul there’s no room for both. It’s ego or soul. 

Mirror Mirror is a portrait of you. Is it you you see in the mirror. Who is that? Who are you?  Is it a mirror of you or is it you? Is that me? That’s me. In this mirror your image is a sign signifier in a sequence of signs – you’re a part of the meaning, you always are.

I was walking home late one night with a friend. We came across a picture frame leaning against a skip. It had been thrown out. I picked it up and carried it home with me.

I brushed the dust off it, got a piece of mirrored glass cut to fit the frame and painted on it – Mirror Mirror. It hangs on the wall in the kitchen here.

 “Love me tender, love me true,
       I am a mirror, a mirror of you.”

I chose the elements for their symbolic values. And your reflected image is a signifier in the symbolic sequence of signs. It’s just a wall mirror.