"Come into my parlor" said the spider to the fly. You've seen them, the ones with layers of finery and fluff. Pretty painted faces, designed to attract and deceive. Hidden is the web of her predatory soul. I'm throroughly fascinated with Venetian Carnivale costumes and the sense of mystery they give me. I started using them as a vehicle several years ago, with the intent to comment on the masks we wear to hide our true feelings. Sometimes it borders on silly, others, a means of protection.