It's my third metaphysical still life. The folds of the drapery took the form of a mask. But this does not mean at all that this is a real mask. In fact, the consciousness of the perceiver does not care what he sees, the main thing is that it looks like something that already exists in his consciousness. The physical world is just curved space. At the junctions of these kinks, something more specific and objective appears. The fabric of creation looks at us through the eyes of this mask. But the boundaries of the end and beginning of concepts and objects are conditional. This picture is exactly about it.