The self-portrait here does not translate any fascination that one may have towards oneself; it is not a celebration of the self, but that constant questioning, this permanent quest trying to know oneself.
The Gnothi seauton at Delphi’s temple is more enigmatic than all the riddles of the sphinx, and the Socratic “Know theyself” is a much harder task for each one of us than the Twelve Labours of Heracles.
The hand that draws the eye that sees that same eye; to draw the look that looks that very look, in its variations, in its temperaments in its mysteries, may have a fragment of the answer to the question forever asked, forever tried to answer to, again and again drawn: “who am I?”
