thinking about the masks we wear

A day in the studio nutting out some more ideas and concepts. Its the faces I am becoming intrigued with. The masks, the hidden sadness, the hidden joy and the quiet contemplation. For now these are just roughs, working with a bit of acrylic and also a bit of oil. Oil is like my secret drug and I know its so bad for me, so toxic, but every time I enter the studio it whispers my name....and i keep going back