I made this face cast during a period of lockdown and therefore a few years back when I had fewer lines to my face

Thinking that I should make some more work with it I was rather stumped at first by the historical connotations of these casts as death masks and I thought that I could at least show that I am alive and further find some empathy for the frozen appearance of the cast.

To make the cast I must put on a mask of bandages soaked in plaster of paris, these cloths become like a suit of clothes that I have recently steppped out of, the wet plaster I then cast into this negative space forms a positive but lifeless representation of me.