This is one of my personal favourite pic from my first storybook and also the birth of my new style.
Dealys (which means perfect) was living in the world where everybody wore masks to express themselves. The masks are the emotions; it became one with the people's face to face the world. She never asked why she should wear it, she was simply wearing it because everybody did. But her little sister, Gladys, on the other hand never wore any masks.