Evelyne Tschirhart
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Masks which look at us without eyes or smile

Silent masks with petrified mouths

Masks molded in clay or pigmented wood

Surrounded by  fibers and leaves and grass

Grinning masks and painful masks

Masks of our fantasies and masks of our fears.

Timeless masks, without beauty or ugliness

You make us forget our own face

And recognize the other’s strangeness