Man can­not cast off this mask; it is a pro­jec­tion of his own flesh and spirit. He can no longer remove from his own face this mask which has already grown like skin and flesh so he is always star­tled as if dis­be­liev­ing this is him­self, but it is in fact him­self. He can­not remove this mask, and this is agony. But hav­ing man­i­fested itself as his mask, it can­not be oblit­er­ated, because the mask is a replica of him­self. It has no will of its own, or one could say it has a will but no means of expres­sion and so prefers not to have a will. Therefore it has left man with an eter­nal face with which he can exam­ine him­self in amazement.

—Gao Xingjian, Soul Mountain

Self portrait at 29 4/12

 

I turn 30 in eight months, and I still don’t know if I’m the per­son who smiles, or the per­son who hides behind the smile.

The Turning 30 Series