Masks was the result of a debaucherous weekend road trip to Palm Springs with friends from Vancouver and Los Angeles. It was a weekend of both celebration and mourning.

The surreality of the community seemed embodied by a chicken mask which I found hanging in the kitchen. I was able to convince my cohorts to model the mask and each brought their unique personality to the strange rubber mold.

The weekend was one of decadence and fantasy, everything I had imagined that L.A. might be and more, from kidney-shaped pools to amply stocked hotel room mini-bars, floating mattresses and...