i was asked to write brief narratives for each of my masks in an upcoming exhibit. i hadn’t done this before and expected the experience to be excruciating. luckily i approached the task on a day my heart was deep in art-making so my head was in the clouds. and like small breast feathers imperceptibly shed during preening, the words floated then landed, light on the page, humble, and just hinting at the whole. the process didn’t hurt a bit and i felt good when i was done.