Easter full Moon
Yesterday morning I went out because I wanted to take pictures of the Easter Moon before the sunlight made it fade. The Civil Defence had left me a mask in my mailbox. It was the first time I’d ever used it. It’s mandatory in supermarkets, and everywhere. When I saw the photograph, a thousand thoughts about “identity” came to mind. The mask – as far as it hides the face – hides at first our social image. The perception of our identity is behind the mask. I noticed then that my identity as a whole is not distinguishable from my identity as a whole body. Seeing myself naked with the mask, I recognized myself; the off the rack clothes would make me anonymous. Finally, I came to the conclusion that clothes deny our body identity – even to ourselves. We have a long tradition of defamation of the body, which has led us to distinguish too much the visible face from the rest of the covered body, standardized by fashion uniforms. I can only thank nudism for “reattaching my head to my body”.
“Got no human grace your eyes without a face” (Billy Idol)