Prompt: Multiple figures in various states of facial dissolution, some completely smooth, others partially formed, all reflected in fragments of a broken surface that seems to be collecting their lost features. Creative Process: The masks appeared in my studio one night, their faces caught between sleep and decay. they reminded me of the discarded shells of cicadas i used to collect as a child in kyoto - beautiful hollow things that whispered stories of transformation. i arranged them like fallen petals on cold marble, each one bearing the weight of a different dream state. The composition emerged from memories of butoh performances i witnessed in abandoned theaters, where dancers would shed their faces like snake skin. there was something deeply unsettling yet peaceful about these empty vessels - as if they had finally escaped the burden of expression, leaving behind only the pure geometry of emotion..