The image of a creature reflected on a cold, curved metal surface. I wonder what it is: a woman, perhaps the first one in this world? A lonely creature from another world? Scared and nervous, she is seeking for a place in human space. She is rising, trying to stand up and walk. Her right arm is just emerging from its image, which is hidden within the metal mirror. She is suspended between holding back and letting go, trying to control her stance and motion, a new existence adapting to a new, unknown world. Her distorted reflection gives her bizarre dimensions, but at the same time physically female and human. Buttocks and pelvis made for giving birth, rising up to a slim body and a youthful head. Her eyes, wet and open wide, seem fixed between what she is leaving behind (the encompassing womb signified by the metal door) and what she enters, the world of gaze. It looks like she is trying out her own gaze, still frightened and inexperienced, unprepared to meet its reflections in countless others in the outside world. It is a birth of a young girl/adult woman, as some goddesses in ancient Greek mythology, who is leaving the archaic and animalistic for a different world. Her expression is still non-verbal; it is the beginning of the future development of the human race. The birth through the mirror-womb of a metallic mother; the reflection of a maternal fantasy that will both give shape and life to her embryo and be affected by it. The internal and the external; the umbilical cord that binds and holds. The fantasy behind the mirror and the fantasised reality in front of it.

Dimitris Anastasopoulos. Psychiatrist-Child Psychiatrist Psychoanalytic-Psychotherapists