Identity. I used to know this stuff. How did labels get important? Aren’t we all just humans? Do I have to identify with a group? How many groups? Do I need to defend my position? Do I have to be able to defend, or explain, how I think? Have I changed over time? Have you? Was it okay to just be human(s)? Should I judge you on whatever is convenient to judge people currently? What if a new norm arrives? Let’s discriminate based on how many freckles you have, or how many odd numbers you have in your street address? What if I do not reflect the times? Is my worth determined by how society sees or measures me? How do I know who I am? Do I allow you to decide for me? Do you allow others to tell you who you are? Should you? Should I? Oh I wonder. I wonder about all these things these days and I wonder about them when I paint a portrait. No wonder they don’t want to sit still. We’re all moving in time – constantly. Maybe that’s growth. For me it is. What do you think?