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As a child, I was shit-scared of African masks. I used to worry that they would sprout arms and legs and attack me.
Years later (we're talking a couple of decades), I was exposed to a cartoon adaptation of Jumanji by my nephew. This cartoon had walking African masks with spears. I had up to that point forgotton about my old fear of those masks, but that cartoon reminded me of all the horrifying feelings I used to get from seeing such masks, and actually shook me up for a minute or so.
Now I love that kind of artwork, but I get a slightly uneasy feeling about them which is a remnant of my old fear.
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Oh great, you've just rekindled a forgotten fear of mine: theatrical china masks, those ones with dual expressions. Sigh.
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That said: Hexadecimal was a babe.
