You are a prism—ever-shifting, ever-changing. Each moment, a new facet of you refracts light into art. Embrace the spectrum. Trust the colours.✨

Defining who we truly are isn’t simple—maybe it’s even impossible. We’re not just one fixed identity but a shifting spectrum of selves, constantly adapting to different environments and moments in time. The idea of “being yourself” sounds straightforward, but which self? The version of you that shows up as an artist? The one who navigates family dynamics, friendships, or work? The self that emerges in moments of crisis versus times of peace? And then there’s the version of you that exists when you’re alone, with no one to perform for.

Beyond these external shifts, we’re also changing internally—shaped by moods, energy levels, memories, hunger, exhaustion, and the ever-evolving stories we tell ourselves. Every moment pulls a different facet of who we are into focus, depending on where we are, who we’re with, and how safe or challenged we feel.

We carry conflicting selves within us. One part may crave boldness and rebellion, while another seeks harmony and avoids conflict. The dreamer who envisions vast, uncharted worlds might be at odds with the pragmatist who questions whether those dreams can be made real. There’s an ongoing negotiation between these selves, and whichever one takes the lead in a given moment influences the choices we make—including the art we create.

A prism takes in a single beam of light and refracts it into a spectrum of colours. The self works the same way. A neutral experience enters, and out comes a range of emotions, thoughts, and sensations—each aspect of us interpreting and bending life’s light in its own way. And just as no single colour can capture the entire spectrum, no single work of art can encapsulate all of who we are. Maybe that’s not the point.

Instead of trying to make every creation reflect some definitive version of ourselves, we can embrace the prism. We can shift the aperture of our vision, adjusting what comes through. We might step into one particular aspect—channeling our darkest self, our most spiritual self, or something in between. No two works will be the same, but they’ll all be true.

The more we accept this fluidity, the freer we become. Art doesn’t have to be a rigid reflection of a singular identity. It can be the natural expression of who we are in a given moment, without the need for justification or explanation. Any label, method, or framework we impose on ourselves can be just as much a limitation as a tool. The real power lies in trusting the instincts that emerge—however inconsistent, however unpredictable.

Because no matter how many colours we emit, they’re all light. And they’re all ours.