The question of who you are as a maker is not answered once and kept, but asked again at every threshold — every new form attempted, every failure absorbed, every season of silence. Identity here is not a foundation you stand on but a current you move with, shaped by what you have made and undone and made again. To know yourself as a creative person is to hold that knowledge lightly, because the work will always know something about you that you do not yet.
Each step builds on the last.