From early on in my life, I have been fascinated by masks. The three-dimensional image of a human being, particularly as cast again and again over time, allows a degree of familiarity that no two-dimensional image can dream of acquiring. When my father died in 1984, I took his death mask, thus forming the beginning of this large memorial project: I just did not want to let go of his face. How many more, I wondered, would like to hold on to the face of their loved ones, if only they could? Over time, the project FacingDeath emerged, transforming an individual experience into a metaphor for humanity.