A premier artist, C.C. Trubiak has become an online phenomenon, with his personal portraits. Having first started by taking photographs of himself for a profile on an online social-sharing site, C.C. expanded his vision and began to dig inside himself to discover who lay beneath the surface. Upon looking, he found that inside each of us there are personalities that are trying to show their dominance. Together, they make up who we are. Inside himself he found sorcerers, warriors, and hundreds more. He decided to let them out, each in turn, and show their dominance. A celebration in self-perception, this represents the definitive collection of his work.
Narcissist (A follower of Narcissus):
Echo, a nymph, falls in love with a vain youth named Narcissus. When he had reached "his sixteenth year", (fifteen years of age, by modern reckoning) every youth and girl in the town was in love with him, but he haughtily spurned them all. He believed them not to be worthy of his love.
One day when Narcissus was out hunting stags, Echo stealthily followed the handsome youth through the woods, longing to address him but unable to speak first. When Narcissus finally heard footsteps and shouted "Who's there?", Echo answered "Who's there?" And so it went, until finally Echo showed herself and rushed to embrace the lovely youth. He pulled away from the nymph and vainly told her to leave him alone. Narcissus left Echo heartbroken, and she spent the rest of her life in lonely glens, pining away for the love she never knew, until only her voice remained. With Narcissus unchanged and still scornful of those who sought him, a spurned virgin prayed to Rhamnusia (also known as Nemesis), to take revenge on Narcissus by making him feel unrequited love.
Nemesis heard this prayer and sent Narcissus his punishment. He came across a deep pool in a forest, from which he took a drink. As he did, he saw his reflection for the first time in his life and fell in love with the beautiful boy he was looking at, not realizing it was himself. Eventually, after pining away, he realized that the image he saw in the pool was a reflection. Realizing that he could not act upon this love, he tore at his dress and beat at his body, his life force draining out of him. As he died, the body-less Echo came upon him and felt sorrow and pity. His soul was sent to "the darkest hell" and the narcissus flower grew where he died. It is said that Narcissus still keeps gazing on his image in the waters of the river Styx.