Ruminating on Cover her Face, hiding the face, disguising one’s identity, protecting from attack…harm…. I spied these face masks, hanging around in the woodwork room, needing to fulfill their destiny.
The fabric feel appealed to me and tho the clinical white is a message…..use me and see me get dirty……I painted them with inks using a blue shading that looked cold and not very inviting, perhaps after the dirt had entered their soul.
Experimenting in my sketch book persuaded me that I needed the full face this time, and a hole cut for the mouth to render them useless. Nothing can hold back the contamination. thoughts of breath added to my pleasure in stitching text.
The result is somewhat unsettling, maybe I should pin them up in the woodwork room……?
