A Self Made of Passing Seconds I

In this self-portrait, I wanted to explore what it means to emerge from the very movement that threatens to erase me. Soft shutter strokes blur my outline, as if I’m being formed by the wind that rushes across the lake’s surface. Each second is a brush, shaping my identity. As Virginia Woolf wrote, “A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.” This image becomes a meditation on identity as motion—an evolving self made visible, moment by fleeting moment.