Do you know who you are?
If you turn and look back
Do you see the places you passed on your way here?
Each dwelling, carving it’s nature onto your identity,
However fleeting the pause.
Shadows, built from real and imagined places,
Embedding themselves into your self.
You may not even have noticed it happening
Until you were already gone.
The absolute identity does not exist;
The self is nothing but a haunting of memories, experiences and fiction.
Each pause is an unravelling,
A fragement of identity found or remembered;
A choice, a path, a longing.
You should not have come here looking for yourself.
You will find nothing.
MA Degree Show Installation, July 2016