My Life Mask

Tony, an artist who lived on my road many years ago, made this plaster cast mold of my face. It was a scary experience. He had to stick two straws up my nostrals so that I could breath!

My mother always hated it when I was at home because she said it looked like a death mask of me.

One day of course it will be and they can stick it on to my headstone, but for now it is a paper weight for all my bills and post.

Tony RIP