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Persona Show, Lifesize Sculptures, Plaster, Cloth, Acrylic

Subtle and myriad are our masks, to hide fear and guilt. To the attentive and gentle eye, seeps the lonely, fearful man hiding in an elusive corner of the unconscious, where it is well guarded by illusion, so it cannot be revealed by the light of truth, by the revelation of pain. Mask within mask on world's stage, we parade detached, or involved, living somehow our dramas and joys guided by the outside-ourselves, always on the watch - like a Gate Keeper - to keep the beast in its cage. Blaming all and everything to escape ourselves or blaming the self to let the Creator off the hook, or blaming Him to our despair since now the ally is the enemy, running from ourselves with great dignity, living still in the apparent fog of the world, until...