A few months ago, I went to a performance of traditional Chinese opera and dance at our local Chinese garden. One of the performances was of face changing, which I had never heard of. The dancer had about a dozen fabric masks, probably tucked up in her headdress somehow. She flicked from one to another, in plain sight, and I never saw the transition. She even danced into the audience so we could watch up close.
This, thank god, is the last day of Inktober. The woman who proposed this project to me originally set it as a 100-day challenge of daily sketches. But she herself is exhausted, and going to quit after today, and hasn't come up with a list of prompts to continue it with.
No comments:
Post a Comment