When I ask myself what the mask is, I visualize masks, infinite in dimensions, shapes and spatial arrangement. I feel that these masks are part of me but at the same time they are hostile to me, they clarify and confuse me at the same time. My attempts have always been directed towards personal answers and questions which, it is true, may not be relevant to others. They do, however, have a special emotional relevance to me. Perhaps my proposals and searches have transformed into an obsessive search around the concept and image of the mask. I have begun to feel that working with my own mask had become a method of introspection and a process of searching which was feeding the illusion of one day attaining self-knowledge. The mask became an primordial element, from which all things originate. We change mask after mask allowing ourselves to be fooled by the illusion that some could be more transparent than others and that through some we could catch a clearer glimpse of the real face of the world.