Masks and Drapes
Carnival has held, since my childhood, a great fascination. Letting oneself go, presenting a mask of an “alter-ego”. Reflection rather than reality. It doesn’t matter, it’s only carnival. And then the debris, when carnival is over, the drapes, the masks, the bottles, the baubles.
Masks and drapes represent and don’t represent people. Drapes are sensual, their colour is always symbolic; they are also what’s left over after real life (the find in the attic - “La Scala, 1953”, “Ricordo di Venezia, 1911”), evocative of a moment in one’s story. Also, as with masks, tragic (“Good Friday”). Also background to celebration (“Christmas Angels”) and decoration.