They Say We Come From Clay (how I make myself)

Using clay slip and colorants, I attempt to put my hair into my iconic pompadour I don while in drag as my alter ego Jules.

I am in a constant process of making and remaking myself, whether it is getting ready in the morning or describing my past and history to someone. How can I extrapolate this to an absurd act? What does this do to my (re)making myself?