Two amazing example of transformation
1) the Chinese "changing faces" artist
2) Arturo Brachetti on Stage
Stories of people with Masks / Cuentos de gente con Mascaras / Racconti di persone in Maschera /
I admit, the idea of a man, or woman personality built as layers that you can peel out one by one, going deep and deeper every stage, …. Yes, this metaphor is powerful, it seems invented by some shrink’s good marketer!
For some people, the personality layers to peel out resemble masks over masks over another masks. And here the analogy is only in the way the wearer can take off the masks over another masks. But again, at the end of the taking off process you’ll find the very trustable and authentic “Self”, someone says.
The onion, now that's something else.
Its innards don't exist.
Nothing but pure onionhood
fills this devout onionist.
Oniony on the inside
onionesque it appears.
It follows its own daimonion
without our human tears.
|
La cipolla è un’altra cosa.
Interiora non ne ha. Completamente cipolla fino alla cipollità. Cipolluta di fuori, cipollosa fino al cuore, potrebbe guardarsi dentro senza provare timore. |
Our skin is just a coverup
for the land where none dare to go,
an internal inferno,
the anathema of anatomy.
In an onion there's only onion
from its top to it's toe,
onionymous monomania,
unanimous omninudity.
|
In noi ignoto e selve
di pelle appena coperti, interni d’inferno, violenta anatomia, ma nella cipolla – cipolla, non visceri ritorti. Lei più e più volte nuda, fin nel fondo e così via. |
At peace, of a piece,
internally at rest.
Inside it, there's a smaller one
of undiminished worth.
The second holds a third one,
the third contains a fourth.
A centripetal fugue.
Polypony compressed.
|
Coerente è la cipolla,
riuscita è la cipolla. Nell’una ecco sta l’altra, nella maggiore la minore, nella seguente la successiva, cioè la terza e la quarta. Una centripeta fuga. Un’eco in coro composta |
Nature's rotundest tummy,
its greatest success story,
the onion drapes itself in its
own aureoles of glory.
We hold veins, nerves, and fat,
secretions' secret sections.
Not for us such idiotic
onionoid perfections.
|
La cipolla, d’accordo:
il più bel ventre del mondo. A propria lode di aureole da sé si avvolge in tondo. In noi grasso, nervi, vene, muchi e secrezioni. E a noi resta negata l’idiozia della perfezione. |

That’s remind me of the way Clowns are used to cope with
failure. Playing it again and again until poetry, irony and imagination combined
together will make you and your audience crying with no knowledge about the
reason. | Tranformational mask - Vancouver BC - Anthropological Museum |
How do I make possible the change between one to another? With what emotions do I need to deal to wear a new mask?