āSee, Sissie would know how to let folks into one mask and out through another. Sheād even raise a toast to the mask, jokinā 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 puttinā on that white mask of Vivaldi. Was it her voice or someone elseās?..theyād 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. Thatās what I heard when I truly listened, anyway. Sheād 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, sheād had to ask herself about her own masks. What kind of mask might I have on?..she said. Because let me tell you, most donāt even know theyāre wearing a mask. Youāve got to know which masks, how many masks youāre wearing before you can put it down and see your true self.ā - from the essay āOn Sissieretta Jonesā in Tyehimba Jessā OLIO. Matilda Sissieretta Jones was a black, female opera singer from 1887-1915. She passed away in 1933.šāļø PEN: Pilot Vanishing Point Crossed Lines w/ EF nib. INK: Noodlerās Heart of Darkness. https://www.instagram.com/p/B4dZcFvADKR/?igshid=198rr523unh0k