About the work

The mime artist, standing just out of sight, worries about the greasepaint. It is new, a brand he hasn't tried before, and feels thicker than usual on his fingertips. He wants a clean, smooth application for his first public appearance in months. Perhaps too smooth, he thinks, a little too perfect for the chaos he hopes to evoke. He’s been practicing the same routine for weeks, but the real test is always the light. He isn’t sure if it will crack, or if the sweat from his brow will cause it to run, blurring the edges of the carefully constructed mask.