November 2009
1 post
Masklessness
It used to be that each fall I would make a mask. These would be fairly elaborate masks, of latex or wood or papier mâché. They were usually scary, although some were scary only in odd ways, like the one that was a huge 48-pixel icon of my own face.
But for the last several years it just has not happened. Two years ago I made a plaster mold for a multi-eyed, polymouthed, Lovecraftian horror, but...