Masks enter my home

After a nice quiet time in the arctic, just facing white snow, like an empty sketchpad, I meet the masks.
I unpack the box carefully, suddenly I have two souls in the hand. My heart starts to beat, I have to pack down the bigger mask. To much power to have them both in my hands.
I try the smaller mask, suddenly I hear a story being told from my new guest. There is an urgency to make me understand its past. I call the smaller mask, my little sister.
The bigger mask is still dwelling in its box, I feel i have to be careful, I have to learn to know them one by one. I have a feeling that the bigger mask will complete the story that my little sister is starting to tell. I let my son, 12 years old meet my little sister. His reaction is strong, he is pleased but scared. In the night when he went to bed. He wanted my little sister to wake him up. I woke up at 5 am, prepared my little sister to use my body. She does not want to use my voice yet. She walks to the bed of my son. Gently wakes him up. He got scared, he told me later that he has much respect for my little sister.

Åsa Simma