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

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number 415
I have a very strong sense of who I am but it may not be as objective as it probably should be. As I grow older and having both children and grandchildren I see that people and that goes for myself too do not essentially change in character from when they are very young. Certain social constrictions, religion, school, friends, parental and social mores help to form and steer that essential you.

Really the essential me is being aware of the natural world which I am very privileged to observe with my field and orchard. I can find moments of pure peace and fulfilment there knowing also that I have truly wonderful friends and family I can return to anytime. I frequently get many wonderful experiences such as swimming in the sea as I did in Norfolk last week……it was cold but I felt absolutely alive. Something about being in water connects me to the
Universe…….may be it’s something to do with us coming from the Primordial Slime. Connections to do with literature particularly poetry and viewing art are also profoundly important.
inspired by Angus Macdonald

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number 408
All the moments I experience, all the dreams I dream, all the emotions I feel, all the landscapes, all the art I see, all the music I hear, and all the people I meet. All the me I’ve been, all the me I would be, all the me I am and I’ll always be (as if ego really existed).
inspired by Gab Mi Teva

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number 404
What is the use of knowing what makes me to you? There are so many things to do here, than knowing me and asking me questions, is it? I know me and till this 55 years, I lived in this beautiful universe, studied, did all my responsibilities as a daughter, sister wife and as a mum, now no regrets, peacefully living with a health blessed by the lord, and helping the needy with whatever I can, knowing the ultimate truth, all this I was able to do because of thy blessings dear friend.
inspired by Balambika Krishnakumar

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number 403
I am on a journey through time, through many parallel universe on the choices I have made and yet to make. Leaving landmarks of Joy. Laughter. Miseries. Sadness kindness on my way to the unknown future. Hope is my legs that carries not just my weight but the weight of my responsibilities. What makes me me is the identity I was given by my parents – wasn’t my choice. My name remained the same but I evolved into different personalities during the years. My name is what I am.
inspired by Tallal Gul Aga

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number 398
I would say it has to be the simple things in life like just appreciating everything I have. I was 22 years living on the streets of London’s west end as a chronic alcoholic. In that time I lost everything at first my self-respect and then my respect for everyone else around me. My main aim in life was to survive and use and abuse all to gain my next bottle. In 1995 I was picked up by the police in the middle of the Edgeware Road crawling on my hands and knees with severe d/ts I had pissed myself and shit myself and was at death’s door. They took me to St. Mary’s hospital in Paddington (luckily enough for me or I probably would have died in a police cell) I was in hospital for 6 weeks and then went to a dry unit for 6 weeks. I then moved to a half way house in the east end. I realized I had a second chance to make some thing of my life. It was like starting from scratch I had to love myself again so that I could love others and gain myself respect again so as to respect others. I know have a 1 bedroom flat and everything I own I have paid for I don’t owe anybody anything which I’m proud of. What makes me, me is the fact I did it for me and I am now able to share myself with others for better words. I sell my art at Greenwich market every Saturday and Sunday. I appreciate that everyone is different and I just love what you do. I know now that life is precious and I wake up every day and I smile just because I can xx
inspired by anonymous