Painted stories > Faculty of Wonder

In the orange room, a man is wearing a hairy mask. A wounded orange bleeds from the painting above the noisy radio. Orange peel lies on the floor like shed skin. A black bird escapes from the wall paper drawing. The man represents us when we are with others. We wear soft masks to hide our dark thoughts and violent emotions. Over time, the mask becomes stuck to our faces. Even alone, in the heat of the orange room, the mask never slips, permanently fixed as a new face.