"It is my image that I want to multiply,
but not out of narcissism or megalomania,
as could all too easily be believed: on the contrary,
I want to conceal, in the midst of so many illusory
ghosts of myself, the true me,
who makes them move."
Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night Traveller
My life is a dialogue in which more than one self is present. There is the physical self who feels and experiences and another self who observes. This other self flows in and out of me. She may be the one who experiences an emotion from within or may be an outsider coming in on a scene. The other is liberating and suffocating…critical and supportive…childlike and experienced…beautiful and ugly. No matter what I do, this multiplicity never fades nor would I want it to, for it is the essence of what makes me whole.