The mask is a surprising and wonderful relation of center and circumference, of containment and freely going forth, giving it a vibrant sense of life. Its intense, terrified and also sad expression seems to withdraw inward into the purity and whiteness of self while feathers, hands, fins, seal flippers, spindles, circles radiate, almost explode from its enclosed central form Jutting out from around the top of the head are white feathers and extending behind them is an arched reed that forms a wider oval. Then thrusting forth from the center of that worried forehead are circles and fish-like pendants. Partly hidden but protruding from the center.
