Painting As Mirror

I received a mirror as a gift for Christmas; either from someone who knows me too well and/or someone who thinks self-scrutiny is in order. A long time ago shoe shops used to have X-Ray machines with a hole at the bottom to insert your feet and a viewing screen at the top. This enabled the user to see how close the bones in the feet were to the end of the shoes. The machines were quickly banned once the deleterious effects of X-Rays were confirmed. The mirror I was given works on the same principle but without the physical jeopardy. Reflected in the mirror is the skeleton, rather than the body of the user, with a faint outline of clothes, which are not always the clothes the user is wearing. As the weeks have passed I have found myself spending more and more time looking in the mirror, watching myself now and in the future and I am finding it increasingly difficult to distinguish this activity from painting.