Ego Death is a complete loss of subjective self-identity. Depression robbed me of my identity. It didn't take it all at once, just pieces here and there. It made me question whether I truly enjoyed the things I loved. After 15 years of this slow and painful robbery I began to slowly piece together my identity. Through Buddhism I found an understanding of the world and the nature of our being. In particular the Buddhist idea that there is no self and everything is interconnected.
While viewing the images in person from afar the subjects identity is clarified but incomplete. when the viewer is closer to the image you begin to see that the subject becomes unrecognizable and instead a kaleidoscopic grouping of colors and shapes and lines loosely amalgamates into something approaching a self but never quite reaching clarity.