100 layers of skin questions the accumulation of masks and facets we posess. Are we adding layers on our skins everyday until we get to an amorphosis of the self? Does addition always mean deformation, or do these facets morph together until they turn into a more accurate image of ourselves? How can the image of my face translate an absolute truth about me?
Looking into the history of masks, one kind in particular seems to trigger these questions: the death mask. Intended to represent the deceased in an absolute way, the masks were created post mortem, eyes closed.
How can these masks express the multiple facets of oneself? Skin evolves continuously, it cannot be the sole representation of me. Aren‘t we plural, in constant evolution? If so, then these singular images are trying to depict the essence of the being, without any expression or intention - a blank page that contains all that was.
Unlike theatrical masks, or decorative ones, these masks aren‘t meant to disguise the self but to reveal it. Within this unique face, we are presented with the absolute representation of the being.