Character Profile

Preliminary Submission

Uccello - Uccello and Breughel's Structures

What is it that we strive to achieve? Is it money? fame? success? objects? or maybe simply a definitive place in today's society? I bet all this sounds pretty good to you all doesn't it? WHY do we feel the need to live life as a stereotype? We can spend a lifetime trying to earn the above, but when we get them, we feel no happier. Why? Because there is more to life than this. We should have a right to spend our time doing something we TRULY love, not what others love.

My client sits in the dark, with a single ray of life coming from a small window, which he sits in front of to view the world. Everything is a photo to him; a picture, a painting. To call him a hermit, or a loner would be generous. He is quite content living on the outside. His love is not to exist within our society, but to watch, to analyse, and to represent the world we are in, from the outer. He is fascinated by our world, our obsessions, our achievements. He has no need for television, or the internet. His window is his television.

People know he exists, there's no denying that hes there, they have seen him in the streets on rare occasions, getting himself a loaf of bread, perhaps the occasional few slices of meat, vegetables, but never any more, just simple foods, enough to supply basic nutritional needs. In his late 20's he is poorly groomed wearing clothes so heavily coated in paint that it becomes hard to tell what they once were. People are generally unaccepting of him, but that's what he wants, he doesn't need to fit in. He doesn't need contact, he has all he needs.

He paints what he sees day to day out of the window. Endless amounts of paintings, surrounding him, inspiring him, motivating him, to try again, to get the perfect shot of the society of which he has analysed for so long. Obsessively, he paints the seen outside of his window; a shop, with the news on a television in its window. Business people, school students, buskers all walk past his view, changing every day. To us, this change goes un noticed, to him it gets more obvious day by day.

His childhood, although a happy one, was a lonely one to the average person. Forced to look after himself, he secluded himself from the world, ridding himself of the need to fit in. His lonely upbringing allows him to have a new perspective of the world, one without trends, without pressure or politics. His paintings are unexplainable, unseen in our society. There is something different in his art, something that no one else can see. It attracts you, its uncomfortable, its brutal, its love.

"What a wonderful thing it is, to see the world from the outer"