Masked Woman
Oil, mixed media

By Valerie Clark


Job 23:10

But he knows the way that I take; when he has tried me, I shall come out as gold.


I chose this poem to go along with my piece:

“We Wear the Mask” by Paul Laurence Dunbar


We wear the mask that grins and lies,

it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes.

This debt we pay to human guile;

with torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

and mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise?

Nay, let them only see us, while we wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ,

our cries to thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but, O the clay is vile

beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise.

We wear the mask.

When it passes, we will come out as gold.