Persona

Persona — Fragments of the Self

Persona — Fragments of the Self

Who are we when no one is watching? In the absolute white void of non-being, fragments of humanity emerge: a hand that searches, a leg that walks, a torso that breathes. Each piece is a different mask, a persona we assume as needed. White is not neutrality — it is existential emptiness, an undefined space where multiple versions of ourselves float. There is no such thing as a ‘complete’ person. We are a collection of temporary personas, masks we wear and discard, fragments that never form a coherent whole. What we see is not the body, but the vestiges of who we decide to be at each moment. Between the visible and the invisible, between what we show and what we hide, we inhabit the uncertain territory of our own identity.