This photograph captures me in a moment where identity and expression blend into something deeper. Wearing the hand-carved mask, I’m not just concealing my face, I’m stepping into a different space, one that feels rooted in heritage yet alive in the present. The mask’s elongated features and etched patterns speak of culture, tradition, and the stories passed down through generations, while my own presence behind it adds a personal layer of meaning.
The way my hand rests thoughtfully beneath the chin of the mask isn’t just a pose, it’s a silent reflection. It’s about the things I contemplate but rarely say, the emotions I feel but don’t always display. The sepia tones wrap the whole scene in a nostalgic, almost timeless atmosphere, blurring the boundary between past and present, between the face I show the world and the one I keep within.
In this image, the mask is not only a shield but also a mirror reflecting the parts of me that are hidden, yet perhaps more honest than what’s seen on the surface.
