cien máscaras — I have a vague recollection of being six or seven, living in Mexico City and being strongly impacted by the mask collection from the Museo Nacional de Antropologia. Less of a concrete recollection, I admit, this is more of a sense. I must have been there. These masks have been in my head ever since and, without that explanation—apocryphal as it might be—I have no other way to trace how they entered into my general consciousness. Their graphic quality, the facial expressions, the craftsmanship of the anonymous hands behind their creation—it all confounds me. Naturally, the urge to draw them is quite strong for me. In the summer of 2015, I drew the masks below, culled from real examples I found in anthropology books, for one hundred consecutive days.