Mind-control and emotion-sway…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s colours are: pink, maroon, pink, maroon, teal, maroon, pink, maroon, and pink.

Now then… that chap… who came to door the other day, what did he look like? I can’t recall his face at all. Perhaps I should have paid more attention when I read my copy of that very interesting junk shop book Looking at Faces and Remembering Them (1971) by Jacques Penry, facial topographer and inventor of the Penry Facial Identification Technique (PhotoFit)…

DSCN3661Let me have a quick thumb through it and find a suitable image for today. Ah, how about page 44? It has some mouths on it…

WP F DSCN3812What a beautifully surreal image! Rather than my commenting on this picture, perhaps we’ll just listen to Jacques himself introducing his chapter on mouths:

The mouth has been called ‘the battleground of the face’. Whatever its basic shape, it shows, in its development from infancy to old age, the physical effect of a perpetual contest between mental discipline and shifting emotion.
The delicate and complex system of facial muscles, which allow the lips such variation and elasticity of movement, is much affected by this constant conflict between mind-control and emotion-sway. Like most other muscles in the physique – the biceps for instance – the mouth muscles are firmed and strengthened by certain kinds of deliberate exercise , or they remain slack from lack of it…
…a continual habit of repressing pleasant, carefree feelings, and dwelling instead on the sterner aspects of life, will eventually cause the lips to thin and the mouth corners to turn downwards in an expression of permanent disapproval or endurance. The reverse imprint, upturned corners, is obvious where a natural optimism or cheerfulness, or a more happy-go-lucky attitude to life is maintained until this state of mind becomes permanently advertised in the shape of the mouth. Furthermore, a full, fleshy-lipped or loosely-moulded mouth in itself suggest a basic general lack of control over emotional urges.

Hang on a minute while I go and get a mirror…


About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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