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For this project I was
painted by kindly makeup artists while blind folded, then I removed my
clothes in class, revealing to the world, and to
myself for the first time, my sparkly new body painting. I suppose I should spend a moment talking
about what I hoped to acheive by this. Of course
it's metaphorical for figuring out who you are sexually and genderwise. Society gives you a set of pink or blue
clothes and a role to fill before you ever get a chance to look at yourself,
and as you grow you can chose to keep hiding behind those clothes or to look
under them and see. No matter what you're going to find, it's scary, but it's
even more frightening if you've got a pretty good feeling what you're going
to find isn't normal. I'd always conceived of having a second
party up there with me. Generally speaking, we don't go around exposing
ourselves to rooms full of people; we pick a friend, a lover, and timidly
strip away the layers hoping that when there's nothing between us they won't
hate what they see. While I think this is true in any case, I believe it to
be especially true when you are something society has stressed that you
should be afraid of. This one's for everybody out there wearing
something special under their day clothes. |
