I have sometimes felt burdened by the necessity of presenting a well defined image of myself to others: a coherent version of my personality, interests and life choices. The pressure of society does not help, as we are encouraged to build our own public face. One that preferably shows ourselves as successful and well-balanced individuals.
I think that in reality most of us continuously struggle to define themselves. Even if we do not have to confront with others, our inner dialogue constantly tries to come up with a nice, coherent narrative about who we are and how got there.
But we are far from being so easily defined. Different, apparently contrasting faces coexist within ourselves all the time, and there is no reason this should be a bad thing.
Shooting this triptych of self portraits has proved to be an extremely liberating gesture. The images represent the freedom that comes from having many faces, or not bearing none: from embracing one's own troublesome but magnificent complexity.