I first thought that my life would be a blank canvas, on which I would trace my own drawing.
Then I thought about it as a blank canvas, on which I traced a drawing under the guidance of other people.
Then as a puzzle, and I started noticing missing pieces, and the immense task of finding the right place for each of the existing ones.
Finally as a tangram, where the pieces have no predefined place, and there are minimal rules on how to compose a figure out of the seven geometrical shapes.
If there will be any step after the tangram, it will be a variant where I can use less than all seven pieces, where I can develop the figure on more dimensions than the flat plane…