Who am I?

This is a tough question to answer. Every artist puts a bit of themselves in their work. It wouldn't be art otherwise, would it? Art is a personal expression of the soul. This is my reflection on who I am. It barely scratches the surface, but it's impossible to sum up any one person in sixty seconds. Early, I say that I don't want you to ask me who I am. I hate being introspective. I like to think about other people or characters, not myself. Even if the characters are similar to me, they aren't me. I can change anything about them that I want. Maybe that's why a self-portrait was so hard for me. I know who I am, but I don't know how to tell you who I am. This is my effort to show a piece of myself to you.

Special thanks to Robert Hornak for recording the beautiful music in the background and to Laura Deeney for being so willing when I showed up at her door with a camera.

Here's the dialog, for my hearing impaired mother ;) Love you!

My name is Rebecca

Ok, a lot of people call me Becca

But don't ask me who I am

Since who I am is always changing

And if I told you now, would my answer be the same tomorrow?

I'll try anyways.

I love stories.

They are always swirling around in my head

On the page, and on the screen.

I see beauty all around me

In the dirty city streets

And in the faces of my friends.

Sometimes I've got it together

But sometimes I'm a mess

But I figure that's alright

It's just me.

And I feel I'm always coming and going

But sometimes

I like to be exactly where I am right now.