Rembrandt, Self-Portrait at the Age of 63, 1669
The look of someone looking at himself looking at the look
he has when it is a matter of looking not just at anything, at something
else, but back to the place from which one is looking … Would that do better?
Is that what self-portraiture is about? Simple questions in this area seem to
open onto infinite dialectical regress. And isn’t one of the things we admire
in the best of the genre precisely the effort to represent this dialectical
vertigo? Isn’t that what Rembrandt is doing?
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