The Mask
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
We Wear The Mask
Paul Laurence Dunbar
About
My Background
I have been an artist as long as I can remember. First with pen and pencil and now with the camera. I like making my own world. If I can imagine it, I can create it. I want all those that view my art to feel something deep inside themselves. To maybe see a part of themselves in my art.
Fine Art as Communication
I am surrounded both by natural beauty and interesting people. I use my camera to document the world and then print images with a focus on the magic I find in daily life. My pictures tell my stories.
Sharing Stories
Sharing my work and my stories is my greatest joy.
