At the age of seven, I peered through Alice’s Looking-glass. I found an enigmatic girl who soon asked me, “Who are you?” She didn’t take my name for an answer; “That’s what you’re called,” she snapped. Suddenly our mirrors were reflected between the curves of space-time like a mise en abyme. At that moment I lost my name in the mirror. Today I’m looking for new Alices in labyrinthine adventures crossing multiple arts.