âSee, Sissie would know how to let folks into one mask and out through another. Sheâd even raise a toast to the mask, jokinâ about whether folk - black and white - really believed that the opera was wearing her as a mask, or if it just tickled them to see her puttinâ on that white mask of Vivaldi. Was it her voice or someone elseâs?..theyâd seem to ask. Well, it was all her. Every note, in whiteface or blackface or in just plain old American, went straight down to her bones. Thatâs what I heard when I truly listened, anyway. Sheâd pour those opera songs all over her body, and then dress herself in the church crock of hymns. She told me one time, that in order to heR her true voice, sheâd had to ask herself about her own masks. What kind of mask might I have on?..she said. Because let me tell you, most donât even know theyâre wearing a mask. Youâve got to know which masks, how many masks youâre wearing before you can put it down and see your true self.â - from the essay âOn Sissieretta Jonesâ in Tyehimba Jessâ OLIO. Matilda Sissieretta Jones was a black, female opera singer from 1887-1915. She passed away in 1933.đâď¸ PEN: Pilot Vanishing Point Crossed Lines w/ EF nib. INK: Noodlerâs Heart of Darkness. https://www.instagram.com/p/B4dZcFvADKR/?igshid=198rr523unh0k