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The Inner Mask proceeds to a bridge on which statues, evoking various historical and mythical origins and tales, line the walls. These statues seem to say nothing to the Mask, but one figure amongst them, whose shadow animates the stone which casts it, takes an interest in the wanderer, and passes freely from figure to stony figure, as though swimming beneath the surface of some dark water, creeping up on the Mask from behind the curtain of another world.
Animation / imagery by Kathleen Kralowec
Music & Sound from the Free Sound Project
The Inner Mask continues a journey through strange lands, arriving now in a city of the night where every wall sells a message and words are written in the air, compelling the unspoken-of body. In one window, the Inner Mask sees a fish-like figure: the Submerged Name, who dwells in the backwaters and underground caverns of the forgotten mind-- the Inner Mask also becomes target of strange intentions by the Empty Moon, whose dwelling place appears to be.
A needle and thread flies into a bunch of plants-- the needle sews a picture of a leaf to a real leaf, although the stitching is crude like staples, until each and every leaf in this tangle of plants is inextricably nailed to a picture of itself. One of the leaves, attached less well to the image of a leaf than its fellows, manages to wiggle free. It is as though the plant, once stapled to pictures of itself, becomes cognizant of the gap or incompleteness in the way the image covers it. The leaf struggles free and then flies away, and we see that a few other leaves fly alongside it-- these being the few leaves which were less-well attached to their pictures/images.
As though there is no where else to go, or as if this is the destiny of the orphan leaves, these leaves are taken by wind or some unknown force to a place where tapestries are hanging from the thin air, we hear a kind of sacred music although we see no clues towards any specific faith. One of these tapestries happens to be decorated with an image of a curious pale figure with an unusual head, posed in a thoughtful stance and standing amongst flowering plants. The leaves fly directly into this tapestry and instantly become part of it, blending into the illustration and joining the figure on its side of the illusion. The figure, on being thus joined, immediately comes to life on the surface of the cloth, raising its glance as though suddenly arriving at some thought. The figure pushes itself out of the tapestry and enters the physicality of the garden.
Walking around, the figure, who we can see is capped with a head whose face is reversed, sees a little mirror butterfly fly by. Like a little child, the figure is intrigued. However, the host of mirror-flies suddenly descends on the Inner Mask-- this is too much and the Inner Mask tries to dodge and shield itself. The mass of butterflies goes away after a moment, however the Mask notices something is strange-- one of the butterflies has managed, accidentally or on purpose, to get inside the space of its head-- perhaps it flew in at random through one of its hollow eyes? The Mask becomes utterly transfixed.
The Mask sits in a place in the garden, swinging slowly and staring, staring at the little butterfly in its mind, as though there is no need to see anything else. Eventually, however, the butterfly vanishes, and the Mask finds itself staring into its own emptiness, which terrifies and confuses it. The I.M. looks around everywhere for where the butterfly could have gone, unsure whether to look outside or inside itself, since for this creature the two can often get confused.
At the very moment when the Mask has given up its search for the butterfly, a small mirror pops out of its eye. Before the Mask can reach for it, another pops out, and then a river of small mirrors starts cascading out of its eyes. The Mask looks down at this cascade of mirrors. It is too much for the Mask to understand where these mirrors come from or what they mean, but it does realize that they come from somewhere inside itself, an inside which is beyond control and understanding and which mystifies, and that it has an inside and an outside and that these are perhaps facing the wrong way.
The Mask stands in front of a large mirror somewhere in the garden, a small potted plant to the side which matches that tangle from which those first leaves tore themselves, and looks into its reversed face-- it feels the contours of its face and realizes it is hollow, there is nothing filling it, there is a void where a presence ought to be.
A short animation loosely based on the scientific recording of life's great species. And how this has given us clues that piece together, for us to discover the secrets of the evolution and diversity of life on Earth.