Face is the most widely used and still is most crude form of identity. It is hard if not impossible to look beyond Face when looking for the real personality. Is it really what we are looking or is it just the reflection of our own impression (thoughts). Why we hate the same face we loved once? Why some face grow gracefully and other need make ups. Is beauty within us or all around us? Why I can read the expressions of this stick man even from behind. Am I going crazy?
This amazingly complex topic was the project work undertaken by my daughter for her graduation.