01-19-01

method: pencil on high-tooth paper again, this time for the Masquerade project.

We had to draw a costume we'd wear in a perfect world. We had to be ourselves, in costume, hiding behind a mask. (Which is good, since I can't exactly get faces right yet.)

While drawing, and writing the fictional story of Titania and her mystery Oberon in the corner, I started thinking about this mask idea.

We all wear masks. We just don't wear ones of plastic or rubber or cloth. We wear masks of who we "are", and who we should be. We adapt ourselves and our personalities to fit the situation, so that things go more smoothly.

An ex-husband of mine was appalled to hear that I'd told him that I loved jazz when I had exactly two CDs of it. Of course, I told him, I figured I could learn, because I loved him, and he loved jazz. It was a logical mask to wear, an affected face.

They say that all gods are one God and there are just many faces. When I think of the multitudes that I contain, I can't fathom the concept of God.

Behind the mask, I'm in there somewhere, wearing a face that I wonder if I'd even recognize.