There is great meaning in the process and the product of this mask making experience. The process within the intimacy of having plaster gauze applied to your face. The touch of a classmate as they smooth the wet plaster along the curves of your face. The boundaries lowered and the trust given. I will not be able to speak, I will not be able to see, I trust that I will be taken care of with respect and great delicacy.
As the leather pieces covered the mask a spirit with energy emerged. The spirit mask was one of wisdom. A collective wisdom shared with man and womankind as a part of the natural world. One that speaks to us only when our minds are quiet enough to hear. The one that whispers messages to us in our dreams. The one that shares a glimpse of the future with us, if only we are still enough to see.