Obscured Mind: MASK

Before going out, I wear a mask. A worn-out mask that barely adheres to my face. As soon as I push open the door, I find myself out there.

 
Exploring the depths of the human soul: a descent into the hidden and unfathomable unknown.

Disturbing, obsessive repetition, it is not pain, it is the burning of the skin, the faint breathing in the numbness of external stimuli. Brushstrokes melt on flesh, dreams resurface and materialize. "Obscured Mind" is a series/mirror on the questioning of existence.

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