What Makes You You? Each answer acts as an inspiration for me to create a unique digital image.

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number 746
I’d probably makes me me is my stress.   If I’m off in the ‘zone’ of creating I’m not me I feel nothing. Certainly not any concept of me at all. Actually if I can give 2 answers it would be my incessant talking. I’m not sure if that’s what you mean though. And quite honestly nothing.  I  have no answer really except nothing makes me me at all.
inspired by Janine Denby

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number 738
I think I may be comprised of many things and people, all shifting hour by hour, minute by minute in an inextricable dance with the rest of the world – I cry at the beauty of nature and children singing, I best know myself as a mother. I am grateful to my poor battered body and my wonderful friends. I cannot live without painting or making images and symbols it is a constant drive. I am introvert and make my self have a voice but remain, at all times, hyper vigilant (which is exhausting). I love every day that I am alive.
inspired by Sally Annett

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number 728
So what makes me to me…To say that my life is kind of schizophrenic would be not enough, I play and live so much different roles. I’am a academics, writer, art historian and curator in contemporary arts but also finding my own artistic practice as a autodidactic painter. Between theory and practice I’am also mother, wife and a woman. Always depending on the situation, I’am a different person. The only thing that remains in every role that I play is my passion for the things, my sensitivity and sometimes my affectivity, which bring’s me often to new ways of thinking and recognizing the world I live in.
inspired by Elisabeth Saubach

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number 724
I think I am born out of my connections with other people and things in a  Spinozistic sense. “A body which moves or is at rest must be determined to motion or rest by another body, which has also been determined to motion and that again by another and so on to infinity”. I think that’s a pretentious way of saying “other people”.
inspired by Alex Pearl   ‘

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number 715
I sometimes imagine if we have a invisible filter built in our mind. The filter is made out of what we’re born with, experience in early/formative years, our heritage & upbringing, etc… expanding with ongoing life experiences. We face outside influences everyday, but I believe what’s coming through this internal special filter, makes me me.
inspired by Yoko Isami