What is it that makes the self? Is it what we classify ourselves? Is it the relationships we have? The things we do? I spend a lot of time on this question, and I explore it in my photography. In this self-portrait session, I took myself far away to get out of the city and into the nowhere. I contemplated the different phases of my struggle as as an artist, as a father, as a man working to make something out of himself inside and out. After, I took up the pen and wrote. In my discovery, similar to what Pico Iyer says, I found that every moment I try to capture the self as it is through my art, the instance it is finished, I no longer remain what I was. This isn't a psychological or philosophical point. It's just a matter of experience. The self adapts and changes too quickly to document.