Skye Cleary’s first pop portrait. An idealized version of herself. No wrinkles. No freckles. No airbrushing. No botox.
It’s Skye with her beach hair. Jean-Paul Sartre says that we drag the past behind us like a ball and chain. We’ve all got baggage, but this hair represents a past that she loves. It’s a nostalgic flashback to her beach hometown in Sydney, Australia. It reminds her of summery days snorkeling with her monofin, fancying herself as a mermaid, hoping to bump into a pod of dolphins or whales that were regular visitors to her aquatic back yard, and hanging with schools of garfish, old wives, fluorescent squids, fiddler rays with iridescent blue strings, giant scarred bull rays, Port Jackson sharks (she even found a baby once), wobbegong carpet sharks, and sleek juvenile dusky whaler sharks. No, they are NOT dangerous, unless you are trying to kill them. Hey, who wouldn’t be dangerous in that situation?
It’s Skye with her turtle-neck sweater. It makes her feel philosophical, even though it’s not black. Especially because it’s not black, it reminds her of her mission to be a “fun philosopher”, and that doesn’t have to be an oxymoron.
It’s Skye wearing her heart on her sweater. Because she is a love philosopher. And because she tends to overshare her thoughts with her friends. But isn’t that what friends are for? Friedrich Nietzsche would say that the best type of friend also knows how to be your worst enemy, because they challenge and push you further than you could have imagined on your own. They are also intolerant, don’t put up with your whinging and complaining, and sprinkle empathy very lightly.
It’s Skye with her Victoria earrings. She almost never takes them off, so they have become a part of her. Max Stirner says that we define ourselves through our possessions. We also want to possess things that we love. We want to consume them and to integrate them into our being. That’s what makes love so manic and plagued with jealousy. That’s why Jean-Paul Sartre was so generous, giving away everything he earned to his friends. He often scrambled for coffee money in the mornings, searching through drawers for loose change. He didn’t want to be defined by his possessions, and refused to be a slave to a coffee addiction. What willpower!