Self  is a reaction of wonderment and happiness and bizarreness with aim to capture where I am at a specefic moment, and play with the character I am at that time.  Ending up in places; a train between Berlin and Prague, a hotel bathroom in Piccadilly Circus, one of the oldest theatres in Tuzla, at home in my now lost atelier on Rue Faubourg Poissonniere, is striking to me and makes me feel as if I am playing a part.  Often this part is myself; sometimes I am another, but all the time we are subtle adjustments to the last.