Identity Crisis/ My "art" stinks, but is a little bit funny, at least I think so

This that isn’t yet a collage is a mostly blank canvas with clippings I took out of National Geographic magazines. What little is on it could appear either falling down, or, floating up. It’s hard to tell and it depends on how I orient my pins. I prefer them falling down. It's half a drawn man, a basketball player, two walruses, two of the same small and obscured images of that Canadian artist who takes photographs of herself dancing (I totally forget her name), and a mouse. What does this say about me? Who am I? This canvas is ugly. Thank goodness I didn't use glue.