Maxillectomy

 Some people let their work define them. For it to be the label they wake up to. I prefer my art to walk without a name. To be immediately recognised, unquestionable in its craftsmanship, but the artisan an enigma. A question mark hanging over just who could do such a thing. 

 People searching for beauty at any cost will believe all sorts of lies. Sometimes the world needs reminders as to what it’s like to wake up without vanity. Without a smile. Without a face at all. Seeing other’s pain lets you know how miniscule your own truly is. That is my gift to society.

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