Life, the years, the war – all of these have frozen a fixed expression onto my inner, unseen faces.
The visible ones, those that engage with the world and its inhabitants, reveal a range of emotions: compassion, anger, frustration, amusement, love, tenderness, hardness. These are the expressions others see. But deep within, anxiety in its many forms has etched a single, unchanging expression.
In an effort to break free from this inner stagnation, I’ve spent the past year stamping my face onto rolled silver – creating living masks, and fracturing the uniformity of their expressions.