Our faces are masks, and our bodies complicit in building
false image—what lies inside is hard to see; and what one might uncover in
there could be terrifying. To see through the cloak of pretense, to see to the
heart of things; to digest the mask, taking what nourishment it provides,
understanding why it exists; to plumb memory and experience and scope out bits
of understanding; to comprehend our humanity, to honor it, to embrace the best
of it—this is what Christina Ridzel’s work helps us to do.