Uh...self-explanatory. This one gave me a heck of a time, everything from the pattern to the painting seemed hellbent on giving me little problem after little problem. But take that, scoundrel! You are completed. Really ad-libbed on this one, I wanted to invoke the image of a raven that is alert and watchful, but not angry- a guardian, or a protector of sorts. On the inside I felt compelled to paint a simple eye on the forehead; when putting it on, I think of self-reflection. I would like to think that is what my masks do. An 'abyss staring back' kind of thing.

But I'll leave the philosophy to John-Locke. Was John Locke a philosopher? Whatever. Bitch got me a cool mask as I watched one of those crazy 1930s operas.