I was drawn to the egg as something ordinary that also carries this obvious association with beginnings. Repeating it over and over turned something familiar into a kind of visual inventory: each yolk similar to the next, but never exactly the same.
There’s also something silly about using eggs as an echo of identity, which is part of why I liked it. The work doesn’t try to answer why we become the people we do. Instead, it sits with the strangeness of how much had to happen, or not happen, for any one of us to end up here.