Theater of The Face

A theatre, ten by twelve inches, our faces a loveable beautiful malleable flexable stage, a soft lump of clay, an iconic greek amphi theater mask in tragedy or joy reminding us of the spectrum of the manyfold human intricacies of life. Where we act out unknown emediate emotions, intentions, opinions, support for our actions, explanatory additions to our menings and our words. Complements, illuminations, reinforcements or reductions to action and speech. Small hardly detectable alterations of an eyebrow, a small vibration of a nostril can crash and turn a huge economic deal upside down. The slight shift of the color of a veil. The frown and miniscule ondulation of the upper lip. The looking down gaze along the nose ment to diminish. Ranging to the imperceptible signals trickling down to our for us unconscious mammal brain.

Our faces are also capable of grim frightful expressions. Really strong eruptions are not of every day occurrance and so kept from emediate remeberance, but when we encounter them they are of stark impact to us. Fearsome glowing not stopable rage. An open mouth staring pale bloodless comes with a dramatic seriousness seldom encountered. Or the convincing self confident inviting promising erotic subtly veiled but certain smile setting the world ablaze.

The face has hundereds of small muscles rendering hundreds maybe more subtle expressions, We don’t percieve them consciously, but our mammal mind register. Long before conscious our mind.

We laugh and we cry. We roar in fight and we love. We even shed squirting celebrating tears of joy. Tears silently trickle down our cheek in grief. We cry ouy of wanting need. Emotions, so familiar.

Our body’s own spectacular monumental important and also everyday theatre.