There is so much beauty to behold in the life of an individual. To define such by the aesthetic of the face is insufficient. Where is an identity held? The eyes, the skin, the smile, the hands, the shoulders, or the face? We are emotionally and mentally connected to our bodies. An identity, I believe, is what one offers from within, a demonstration of character, rather than what is conveyed in their appearance. What does a face say of an identity when without expression?