I cannot look at people's faces
I prefer the masks
The colour is just a decoration of the picture.
All of us have an alter ego.
Masked trees, masked faces... Am I still breathing?
The Spirit of the Past
(The mask project)
(Dense fog enveloped your face)
What makes you think, that it cannot get better than this?
Tell me anything.
(My little project, "closed eyes, closed soul")
these smiles, these sorrows, these desires, these sensations,
the pleasure, these thoughts, the longing,
these well-worn masks
(my little project, "closed eyes, closed soul")
I love people. I love to look at their facial expression. People are like actors in my theater. We are creating a spectactle.
Sometimes they hide their true nature. Sometimes they need to wear a mask.
The Ghosts from Broadway Tower
(I found this magical and mystical house in my neighborhood)