Between Me and Her
carved mirrors, 24 carat gold engraved
image above: opening exhibition Tweex 3, Vander A Contemporary Jewellery
image below: Marc Tops
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately just at it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful, the eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, searching my reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman rises towards her every day after day, like a terrible fish.
Mirror - Sylvia Plath