Becoming

I walked into the field hoping to let something go—maybe a name, maybe a part of who I thought I was. The air was quiet, but something inside me was moving. I sat, I stood, I leaned into the wind, not sure if I was falling or just drifting. At times, it felt like I was watching myself from the outside. I wasn’t looking for answers—just a space where I didn’t have to be anything in particular. I didn’t leave with clarity, just a quiet feeling that it’s okay to keep changing, to keep becoming.

In the surreal self portrait, the concept of identity is shown as something that is always changing, a fluid construct between the planes of dream and reality. Where the self is neither fixed nor fully comprehensible. The character is in his existential journey between the dream and reality.

The journey itself is what makes the difference. The choices you make and the environment you are in, shapes the reality and identity you have become. Who we are is never fixed but always evolving within the world around us.