Bored with writing academic papers a few weeks ago, I decided to take short creativity break. Since my profile picture was a few years old, I decided to take a new selfie with my iPad. This lead me to thinking about selfies as an artform.
We live in the age of selfies. Selfie is now a word in the dictionary. There are songs about selfies. Even the president takes selfies with other world leaders. It seems, that in this age of social media such as Twitter and Facebook, everyone takes selfies to use as their profile picture and to post on their pages. The selfie has become the hot new artform. Many young people, often attractive young woman, make a kind of competition out of taking selfies, often posting several daily to see how many likes they can get. We see the celebrities taking selfies with their celebrity friends, family and even with fans.
Selfies are the ultimate form of self expression. They are how we answer the questions of, "How do we want the world to see me?", "What do I want to say to the world?", and "What do I want the world to know about me?" That being said we all want to appear at our best in our selfies.
Taking selfies is quite revealing for the photographer as well as any potential picture perusers. Looking at these pictures the photographer sees a side of themselves that they usually do not see. They see what the rest of the world sees. The flat 2D version of oneself that the camera sees is a different version than what one sees in the mirror when looking at oneself. It is a version frozen at an instant.
When I took my selfies I noticed several things about myself. My hair was a mess. Does it always look that way? It probably does as I'm always running my fingers through it. Upon closer inspection of my face, I also noticed that I'm aging quite drastically. Where did those lines around my eyes and mouth come from? What happened to the young woman who used to be in my photographs? Who is this middle aged woman and where did she come from? In this age of youthful beauty selfies can be a sad indicator for some of us that our glory days might possibly be over and we are but shadows of our former glorious selves I also noticed that I'm not at my best if I'm not smiling. Maybe a lesson for myself to make sure I try to always smile. You can bet I combed my hair and smiled in my selfie. I also deleted the ones where I looked too wrinkly. I edited my pictures and myself by omitting the bad ones.
After taking a dozen or so selfies with different expressions, backgrounds and poses and deleting most of them I finally got a few that I was okay with sharing. The good news is that my iPad doesn't take pictures as crisp as I like. This is perfect for a fifty year old who still thinks she's thirty.




