Today I overheard someone refer to life as a “glorious mess”.  He spoke of a melting pot of all things good, bad, meaningful and benign and how the combination of them became this glorious mess we call life.

This conversatoin also made me reflect back on the masks I have been creating in my studio.  Each of them have multiple elements and I think one in particular defines this idea of the glorious mess.  It just might have to be it’s title.  What do you think?  It is a glorious mess?