buke

It is said the masks of the Japanese buke, or samurai, were meant to be imbued with certain powers and attributes during their creation. Serving to both protect and disguise the warrior, as well as add a certain theatre to the noble art of gutting your fellow human being at the behest of a nobleman's whim.
This particular mask, although not strictly adhering to traditional design, has nevertheless taken on definite character during its creation. Changing in many guises, taking several days, and finally, after working from 11 am yesterday until now (2.30 am) I realise this particular 'mask' has the power to absorb energy steadily, hypnotising with its colours and movement, keeping the opponent dazed until exhaustion creeps up, then striking the death blow once all creativity and devotion are depleted. Leaving behind an empty husk, whilst itself grows stronger and healthier with every confrontation. I advise a cursory glance, then move on to other images in this blog, lest it sap your ardor for exploring random pictures and various ramblings on the vast and endless net.