Any attempt to define self-identity will be incomplete. To delineate the limits of “I” is an illusory task. The Self can’t be framed as something solid, either complete or an entity. It approximates a liquid, in constant mutation.
As Buddhists say, if I am capable of observing my body, I am not my body. I observe my emotions, thus I am not my emotions. I observe my thoughts, thus I am not my thoughts. What am I? I am vacuity, illusion, anything bathed in Maya, but nevertheless I exist, I must be real! Reality is constructed by the eyes of the observer.
I use water as an element capable of pointing the shapes and colors of an illusion, combining long exposure photography, light modified by colored filters, strobe flashes and water spills.