When I carve a figurine, it’s supposed to appear somewhat otherworldly. Thus the long face. With that pointed head and chin, it’s not you or my brother. The mask; the mask in a dance. That face is not the face of the dancer. When we paint a figure on a mask, carve and tie a figure to a post of our homes, when we carve that figure, shouldn’t we be hoping that another being, more powerful than ourselves, will notice? This world is large, very large, and our place in it is very small.