Tätä kirjoittaessani tajusin, että syvissä vesissä kahlataan. Ehkä atc-kortit ei ole ihan sopiva paikka tällaisten asioiden käsittelyyn - vai mitä sinä tuumit?
I worked a set using the above board loosely as an inspiration point. I was intrigued by the quote 'Behind every mask there is a face and behind that a story'. We are the intellectual product of previous generations. Someone whose spirit still lives in us, as an idea, as a memory or longing. Perhaps it's this way around: we don't carry masks, but we act as a mask for them. They are masked behind us, use us as a mask.
Who is behind me? Am I a mask for someone else?
entering this in:
Emerald Creek: Unsung heroes