More often than we realize, we lie. We lie about what we’ve done, where we’ve been, but more importantly, who we are. Life often feels like a game of telephone, but instead of a chain of people changing the story, it’s one person telling different stories to different people to earn their acceptance and truly be considered “perfect.” This piece is based on the faces/masks we show to other people, though when we truly take down our masks, is there even a sense of ourselves anymore?
