At the end of the day, I sit in front of the mirror and draw a self-portrait.
Once a day, every day.
At first, I tried to capture myself as a figure, but gradually my interest shifted to the subtle differences in my expression or colours in my eyes.
And then, I no longer drew myself as a figure.
Self-portrait, but sometimes I found somebody completely unknown.
One day like a sea, another day of a plant, or a day with nothing but a mush of colors...
Instead of digesting what had happened on the day, I kept on throwing it onto paper.
As it diverged afar from myself, I tried to consolidate them back to one.
I piled the portraits from the past 365 days. It was exactly "me" than any of these self-portraits.
At the same time, it was the universe.