Masks fascinate me. I think we all wear them most of the time, especially women. But we pretend that those masks are our real faces.
Sometimes the masks I create are clearly masks. But sometimes I end up creating them when I feel like the face isn't working well. Which on a spiritual/emotional level is kind of interesting. Isn't that what we all do? Try to hide our inner "ugliness" behind a mask?
These three are from my art journal. The first two were done with on Gelli Plate backgrounds. The third is from last summer's journal.
This one is a painting that went horribly awry, until I saw the mask: