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Mask
It won’t help if I tell you this but it might.
Taken from 'The Tragic Death of Eleanor Marx'...I was making this mask for the children. I was holding the white face in my hand, its underside around my palm. I was painting it. It was not at all frightening. But as I was doing it I was thinking, This is interesting. This is like a physical manifestation of what I do. I mean: what I do daily in my room. I held the face in my hand and painted it. Then I tried it on and said What do you think? Everyone squealed and screamed. They all wanted to make one. Some of the paint got on my hair. No one cared. Soon all the kids had made a mask. They put them on and went around screaming. Some of them got paint on their hair. No one cared. They were both themselves and strangers. That’s all they wanted. |
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