I have never been aware before how many faces there are. There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several. ~Rainer Maria Rilke
I am powerfully drawn to human faces, drawn to the young, the old, and all those in between. I love the uniqueness inherent in every human being, love seeing the result when the genes of our parents combine into the one off puzzle that is us. Or, as I prefer, the individual God knit together in our mother’s womb.
I am most fascinated by the deeply lined faces of the aged. If you look closely at those works of art, you can see entire lives etched in skin that emerged from the birth canal smooth as silk. It’s as if the birthing process itself polished the infant’s skin to a sheen to ensure life lines would decorate us…
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