nice to meet you, my name is ___.

During a midday doodle, I became fixated on the object of portraits with obscured faces. It was mysterious, mythological, and just a bit horrific. Suddenly, there are no eyes to meet, no complexion to age, no hair to style. It could be anyone, really. Isn’t that something?

Nice to Meet You, My Name is ___. is a collage playing with anonymity. Employing surrealist techniques of juxtaposing objects and the horror trope of the faceless-figure-that-could-be-anywhere, Trumpet Man is born, surrounded by Polaroids of who-knows-who.