Detail from an image subtitled “Lucybell Crater and 11 year old daughter.”
Ralph Eugene Meatyard
By and by the dissociating,
surreal effect of the masks is loosing its strength.
As in real life,
the relevance of classifying your fellow humans in beautiful or ugly diminishes,
and one gets involved with the being of the other.
Something strange happens: though looking always at the same masks,
one detects new moods and personalities in each photograph.
Surroundings, posture, light and shadow, the use of the masks,
all that leads to unbelievable variability of expression,
something that wasn’t to be expected like that.
It might be, that serial projects,
repeating seemingly the same over and over again,
small differences gain importance.