By JM Date: 4 December 1997
One mask conceals her sorrow another hides her fears. She coaxes frowns into smiles tears into joy, laughter... ministering to the crowds who gather before her. A marionette controlled by invisible wires, unearthed desires. The need to humor others is more compelling than trying to find what pleases her. To look inside would be too painful. Who lightens the heart of a clown?