So. I woke up this morning to pounding rain and howling wind. I decided to stay home. Today I have to work on my newest video piece and to do another Mr. A face drawing. Above are the fruits of my labor so far. The picture of me smiling stupidly is after I managed to scrub all that crap off. Of the face work I've done so far, this one was the MOST PAINFUL to wash off. The water wouldn't warm up (thankfully that wasn't the case when I went to shower) and so I attempted to scrub it all over with soap and icy death water. I ended up getting soap in my eyes repeatedly. If anyone was downstairs they probably heard massive thuds (me thrashing about the bathroom in agony) and muffled screams. But it came off, thus the exhausted and slightly insane smile on my face. Oh, Mr. A, what I go through for you.
I'm really sinking my teeth into this idea that Mr. A becomes a transformation. He is my Alter Ego and we battle for dominance in the space that is my body. It would be interesting to explore Mr. A in the form of stigmata, or my own version of stigmata.
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