Dolls, children, abandoned houses, suburbs and masks, a lot. Heavy, realistic, grotesque scenery. Humorous, at times. The images are totally or partially blurred, highly emotional, sweating humanity.
Enigma and paradox of human behavior. Charming, comic and repulsive. Sometimes troubling.
In the very process of destroying anonymity by denying particularity, the masks refuse to let us dismiss these figures as anonymous “other people.” They become instead effigies of ourselves.
