They demand our attention from within stores, in boxes, on walls, on tables: Pristine, white masks, patiently awaiting decoration for the visual and sensual feast that is Carnivale in Venice.
Yet they seem to be more than just blank canvases awaiting the beginning of their artistic careers. Even without embodiment or embellishment, their simple white expressions can be quite evocative, in and of themselves. They seem to have lives of their own.
And so what of these masks and their secret lives, before they are embodied by a human soul? What would they say if they spoke about their experiences? What would they tell us about being human? What secrets do they hide? What secrets do they reveal?
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