How can so many people mold you to who you are today? Are you multiple people put together? Are fragments of others scarred permanently on me? Is there any way I can separate myself from those who have affected me in my life? Here I stand, freshly 21, and I am made up of hundreds of puzzle pieces of everyone who has ever entered my life … and those who have left too. In each of the images that hang here, I am somewhere. In each of these images, someone has left a mark on my soul, whether I wanted them to or I needed them to. My parents are there, my grandparents are there, my old friends are there, my current friends are there. I create my own understanding of how each individual has marked me and the captured stays away. The happiest moments and the naive moments can stay far away from me because all it brings me is melancholia. Some of these people I care for dearly and I always will, I just don’t appreciate who I am in these images. I am either far too young or I simply do not know much. Although I adore the images with my brightest smile showing, that is not me. That’s also not the people I know or have known as they have changed or do not exist anymore. So they stay, with a light illuminating each frozen moment and hung up like they are sentenced to death. Because the captured will always stay the same and they will never change. But I will. I will continue to change and continue to be shaped by others forever.