There is a single instant when the crack in the shell first begins to appear, when the expression of the viewer is poised between terror and laughter, when the expectation is so intense that we are paralyzed in our entire form, blocked from further movement. It is only by the exercise of our total will that we can proceed. I do not know whether I will find heaven or hell when the gatekeeper steps aside.
The mask was conceived on the coldest night of the winter of 1998 in the instant when the old dead tree finally gave way to the stress of the expanding ice.
Paper over wire armature
Copyright © Victor Young 1998