In the mirror a strange face watched as she carefully smeared a creamy liquid over her face. Its gaze followed her as she prudently curled and pinned her hair. It gawked when she rouged her cheeks and smudge a pink tint across her lips. She no longer recognized her own reflection. What she did see was a hauntingly sullen face, distorted and lifeless.
Bethany rushed from the classroom to the restroom. There, along with a half a dozen other girls in the crowded, room, she checked her reflection in the mirror. The mirrors reflected the images of six or so girls staring intently on themselves, blue and white tiles behind them. The taller girls filled the upper portion of the mirror and the couple of shorter filled the bottom. Bethany stared at herself. Her face quickly deformed to a look of worry as she pulled out her cosmetics and began adjusting. The other girls did the same. The mirror gazed on at them as they all began to poke and prod themselves, trying to fix impurities, blind to any eye. Bethany finally content with her appearance, left the room, complete with a new layer of gauzy material on her face.
She came back only once more later that day. She stared again in to the glass. Reflected to her was a girl, same height as herself, with carefully curled brown hair, fair completion and piecing emerald eyes. However, in the deceptive glass of the mirror her reflection was distorted and fragmented in to a girl, too short, with falling curls, a ghostly complexion and dull olive green eyes. In the misleading glass of the mirror her eyes appeared too big for her face, her nose to long her lips to small. Slight blemishes resurfaced as she meticulously examined the reflection. Again, she recovered her cosmetics, and went about freshening up her appearance. Two girls had followed Bethany in to the washroom and were too deceived by the looking glass. One girl saw herself two sizes larger than she truly was; another could only concentrate on her freckled face, as she relentlessly tried to conceal them beneath a skin tone cream that oozing around her face. The mirror taunted the girls and again, they did their best to fix their fictitious impurities.
Finally the school day had come to an end and Bethany returned to her home. Later that night however, she had to face the harshest mirror of all. Alone in her room, she sat on her vanity stool, and stared in to the mirror. The mirror taunted her as it showed her reflection mutilated and distorted to expose the undiscovered flaws and emphasise quirks. The girl staring out of the mirror had hair of a mousy colour, flat and thin extending from her head. Her complexion was deathly pale, the once green were discoloured; now brown and sunken in. Tired bags emerged underneath the sullen sockets. Her nose protruded and expanded over the small and thin, pale pink lips. A single tear escaped from her right eye, it became the only unvarnished object reflected from the glass. Closing her eyes, Bethany felt its slow travel down her cheek, leaving a glinting salty path as the warm liquid moved to her jawbone. There it fell to her collar, and she felt it pool in the crevasses of bone. Opening her eyes once more, the monster in the mirror, still there watched at her. Bethany turned away, as warm water polled in her eyes. At least, the monster could not taunt her if she did not look.
The next day she hid from the mirrors, fearful to see what version of herself might lie within the glass. She ducted out of sight of mirrors, and even windows that might reflect back to her a haunting rendition of herself. She could not help but feel unease, trying to reassure herself that she was not the girl the mirror reflected. She jittered nervously as s waited for the day to end. Everywhere she went, she saw all eyes on her, as she wondered what impurity had surfaced.
Finally the sluggish day came to an end, and Bethany rushed home, to her room. She sat in front of her mirror, with a stubborn determination, urging it to show her, her reflection. She stared severely at it. However, she could not recognise the face that emerged. Unexpectedly, the mirror presented a girl unlike she had seen before; she had brown wavy hair, large emerald eyes, a fair complexion, a long thin nose and soft pink lips that curved in to an almost smile. Then has Bethany contorted her face to a smile as she began to laugh, so did the girl in the mirror. That was her.
This project, as a visual response requires me to learn of the movement as I plan. Here are some of my planing pages, which include notes, thumbnails, colour palates and inspiration from the masters.
Today was the first day back at school. Although it was a bit challenging to wake up, once I was back in the halls, it was like we never left. It is funny how no one really changes much. We go from break, then back to school, break, and then back to school, and everything is right where you left it. My blazer hanging haphazardly on the small metal hook near the bottom of my locker. The collection of crumpled papers abandoned behind my binders. My huge chemistry textbook all by its lonesome at the floor of my locker, to big to fit with the others. The top shelf of my locker, still barley in reach and sight, (I am incredibly short). The people even, right where you left them scattered down the halls most in clumps, some in twos, a few brave ones stalk alone. Some penciling something on paper, a few peering in to a phone. Right where they were left it seems, right where everything was left.
Before I can create a three dimensional figure out of plaster, I have to master the proportions of the human and the plausible gestures and movements. Here I have my planning for this project and a couple ideas for my installment.