“Who Am I” — already in the title itself I refuse to give a clear answer. Instead of a face, a body, or a specific personality, only a hand is present — action, repetition. The face is deliberately absent, because it would define an image. The hand enters the bag and begins to take out objects; it acts mechanically, without emotion. The removal of the objects is devoid of self-censorship and of a gesture of revelation. “I am what I carry with me” — literally.

The anonymous persona presents itself through objects; I am the star who shares “small secrets” from their life. I expose what remains secret and censored. Without shame, without the need for explanation. The excessive accumulation of personal belongings creates a shock effect: how is it possible that such a small bag can contain so many things? A sense of intrusion into personal space is created, one that violates the boundary. I reveal the relationship between the intimate and the public.

The bag is no longer just an accessory, but an embodiment of the body and of social expectations. Its interior tells a story, preserving traces of life and experiences. Objects with different roles are present — memories and strange versions of the “self,” existing simultaneously. The objects function as an autobiography, in the form of a physical CV.

The arrangement of the objects does not follow a defined logic of development. They are not chosen to be beautiful or correct, but to be real. It is precisely the banal that becomes central; everything is public, shown before the eyes of others. The uncomfortable and the real constitute my most sincere self-portrait.