This year for the Kiboko class I had to make a mask that reflected myself and my culture. The process of making the actual mask was nerve wracking because I was forced to lie down and have my face covered with gauze and plaster so that the mask could look like my exact face. I liked the fact that the mask was formed from my face because it seemed to come from me more, it was more personal.

It took me a long time to come up with the design for my mask. I noticed that everyone was moving along in their designs whereas I was struggling with finding ideas concerning identifying myself through my mask. Art is meant to represent something. It conveys a message or gives insight into who the creator of it is. That is what made it so difficult to make my mask, having so much to say and not enough room to say it all.

 My mask image changed numerous times. Every class time I would become dissatisfied with the design of my mask and I would start over again. It was difficult to maintain an image design that I liked. One day I would be completely satisfied with my mask and I would come in the next day and completely hate it. The design of my mask really depended on my mood at the time.