WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask! Paul Lawrence Dunbar
Wearing the Mask read by Maya Angelou is a combination of her poem with Dunbar’s…he wrote his poem in the 19th century but it stil applies today….click the title…
I was inspired to paint this portrait after reading another poem about wearing a mask…I think we all do this to a certain extent…sometimes it’s to protect others, sometimes to protect ourselves…
I leave it to you to figure out what this particular mask is all about and why it’s worn…is it literally there (parts are worn off), or is it an imagined mask…. is it just covering the face or more than that, and who is wearing it and why?
Watercolour on Indian Paper….