Who are you?
who are you really?
We describe ourselves through what we do (our job, our hobbies) or by things we are (husband, wife, sibling, friend) or by what we aren’t…
But that is not who you are. That is not your essence.
If you are a Bull in a China shop, but there is no longer a China shop, are you still a bull?
Thats what inspired this painting. Who are you when your ego dies? Is a house still a home if it’s in disarray? Is a tea cup still a tea cup if it’s broken?
who are you? Who are you really?
