Wherever I travelled in Indonesia, I noticed masks. Some hung quietly on walls. Others stared from market stalls with wide eyes, fierce expressions, and painted smiles. They were beautiful, mysterious, and sometimes a little unsettling. At first, I saw them simply as works of art. Then I watched them come alive. The sound of drums echoed through the air. Rattling beads kept time with ancient rhythms. Feathers stirred in the evening breeze,… Read More