Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?

What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist

Compassion is contempt with a human face.

Liberalism is totalitarianism with a human face.

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist.