At Arm’s Length :

The (f)art of the selfie

woman falling under painting of knives

All photos by Jenna Baer

I believe it is the generative nature of grace that our animating forces are so deeply embedded within our bodies. Discovering what we look like, a process that seems like it would be a very personal experience of the autonomous self, is actually a communal experience.

Since we’re unable to get out, walk around, and kick the tires of our human vehicles, we are forced to use a kaleidoscope of data. In order to be able to see any reflection of ourselves, we have to gather colorful fragments of information from the gaze of others, and piece it together with shards from our imagination. the shape of us shifts with every turn.

arm’s length is a comfortable distance. It shifts the focus away from the fine cracks, the asymmetry, the blemishes, and allows the whole to be greater than the sum of the parts.

the lenses and filters of perception are inescapable, and make objectivity an easy mistake for subjectivity in the eyes of both the beholder and the beheld.

P e r c e p t i o n alters e v e r y t h i n g

if we have the occasion to physically be in the same room together, you will experience some kind of surprise. I am inevitably taller or shorter, thinner or heavier, older or younger, prettier or uglier, softer or sharper than I appear in the image that lands inside the virtual reality of your perception.

is this what I look like?

It’s not just up to me, it’s also up to you