I am Nobody

Shrouded in black cloth, adorned with bows, bark, and symbols, these figures perform the ritual of identity — dressing up for nothing. In contrast with the eternal void, the costumes of self appear fragile, temporary. The bark, the most precious matter in our galaxy — wood, found only on Earth — reminds us of what is real, as we cover ourselves in illusion. Here, the self dissolves, revealing the nothingness beneath.