I had a hard time deciding what my identity is. I don't think of myself as a person who fits a certain mold, I am an artist though I don't feel a need to dress eccentrically, I am an athlete, though again I don't really make that apparent through my appearance, I am also a singer, a Philadelphian and an avid movie watcher. While thinking of ideas for my mask I was sitting in my room which right now looks like it was hit by some sort of explosive device, eventually my boyfriend came over to pick me up, it took me about 4 times longer than necessary, not because I was putting on make up or doing my hair, because I couldn't find any of my stuff. I thought about my Mom being constatnly annoyed by me being a complete mess and leaving my stuff everywhere. The bottom of my backpack is covered in scraps of paper, loose change and melted m&ms, I am a complete mess.
I decided to make my mask something that makes a mess, like a volcano.
My mask in process.
Final Solution
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