The figure of the clown stands in half-shadow, holding two masks — two fleeting moods, two shifting faces of the self. A gust of wind moves through the scene, ready to scatter them, as if to remind us how easily our identities can be blown away, exposed, or transformed. The smile is fixed, but the masks betray the instability beneath it.
This work speaks to performance and fragility: how much of what we show is costume, how much is truth, and how quickly the roles we play can dissolve into air. The clown becomes both jester and witness — laughing at the illusions, yet holding them carefully in hand.
The figure of the clown stands in half-shadow, holding two masks — two fleeting moods, two shifting faces of the self. A gust of wind moves through the scene, ready to scatter them, as if to remind us how easily our identities can be blown away, exposed, or transformed. The smile is fixed, but the masks betray the instability beneath it.
This work speaks to performance and fragility: how much of what we show is costume, how much is truth, and how quickly the roles we play can dissolve into air. The clown becomes both jester and witness — laughing at the illusions, yet holding them carefully in hand.
Canvas 100 x 80cm.
Acrylic paint, golden leaf.
