As the human race inevitably seeks to reach its fall (and it appears to me it will manage sometime), imaging the most important component of the universe, the human itself, turns out to be increasingly dramatic. Formal variability of such representation is infinite, and it sounds oddly for the finite universe. But the art of imaging elaborately is the most everlasting of all (as the ancient Greeks knew – ars longa, vita brevis est). The metaphysics of such a definition will be necessary opposing to material essence of the nature, its forms and manifestations.
A portrait, born with the strokes of charcoal on the surface of the rock stone, lives on in the sand, in the tree depth, finds its biological essence in the blood clots and dang. A portrait is manifested in all three states of aggregation, may serve as a cryptogram of landscape or anthropomorphous still-life. A portrait is the absolute mastermind of humans, who habitually play the leading role in the universe.