There is something intriguing about the mind and the way it is fragmented by various personas trapped as 'one'. Different 'heads' show themselves from time to time, and the most just amalgamate into a swirling mass of 'mix'. I am a hybrid of my parents - both in look and in personality. Holding characteristic traits of both parents, my thoughts often argue with one other, which makes it difficult to decide upon conclusions.
I am not just a hybrid, but also a mix of ingredients: a poly-person. I have inherited generations of personalities and mannerisms, I have been nurtured by both family and friend, by stranger and foe... my mind fragments further.
Is this where lies experience? As an elder, having lived through many a face and voice and culture and environment, will my mind be faceted to the extreme? Can the mind take this much influence?
Thus, there remains that still, small voice - the heart of a person - the soul and the spirit - me. This is where whispers and words and feelings are inspired, absorbed, processed, woven - the core of my being is purely and uniquely ME.
In Three Minds. 2011.
Pencil on Paper
