Calcified Gaze

Powdered plaster clings to fingertips as they brush against buried porcelain shards and heavy iron ocular plates. These discarded masks, some sun-bleached wood and others cold ceramic, lie beneath the floorboards like fossils of former selves. The weight of these ancestral gazes suggests that what we call a self is merely an accumulation of worn impressions left by those who came before. To select a single face from the wreckage is to finally accept the specific geometry of one's own constraints.