What Do You See?
The parody of two masks for the same face and both inescapable! The trick of being content with the skin we have is worthy of a Buddha. Youth wants to grow into its destiny, and old age wants to remember its. There is no way to fully recall what we were, or fully believe what we will become. And so at some point all looking glasses become magic mirrors. Hallucinations from the past, or imaginary glamour’s to conceal our ordinariness. What does a goddess see when she looks in a mirror? I suspect a blank, no desires and no regrets.