‘Passengers of time, ghosts of my soul, I let you go.’

'I am always haunted by the feeling that I have lived before.  A sense of sadness present within me. Masks are creatures, souls frozen in time and suspended on ribbons of film. They are fragmented shadows delicately trapped between coloured layers, waiting for me to compose a new life. I do not look for them; they find me, speaking to me through my subconscious memory. I want their voices to be heard; I want to acknowledge their existence. A celebration and a ceremonial letting go; I am setting free the ghosts of memory.’ (Maria Aurelia Riese)