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More on my painted friend.
More on my painted friend.
Last time I told you about my online friend, and how she has taken her bodypainting passion to the extreme. Read that for her biggest bodypainting session to date, here are a few more highlights of her activities.
One thing she likes to do is to paint herself from the chest down, leaving it on for a couple of days.
She likes to paint herself into her sandals too, she has a bit of a foot fetish as well, so the sandals are stuck and become part of the paintwork. In my previous post, I omitted that she put shoes and stockings over her first coats of paint when she started using the varnish, and left them on for the remaining 3 or 4 days.
Then she likes to put on a top and jeans, and quietly go about in public. She likes to look for reactions from the fraction of people who might notice.
One of her ambitions is to be turned into a mannequin. After painting herself without about ten coats of oil paint (which is possible, see the previous post) she then wants to be fibreglassed.
I have strong doubts that this is at all possible, but I have the same mind - I think it would be thrilling to be stuck like that for a few hours.
She of course wants to be like that for days. And when she is put in her fibreglass casing, she wants it to be painted to look like a person again. Then she can stand in a shop window and watch the people passing by.
Another ambition is to get a barrell full of metallic paint, and to be filmed slowly rising from it like Venus Ascending. An expensive way to have a bit of frivolity.
Isn't the imagination amazing? So bizarre, so much fun!
7/10/2005 2:44 pm
Wow! The red is gorgeous ... Right on up there with the blue.|
I loved the idea of your friend going out in public painted. That's what I would do if I were to be painted.
Personally, I would not like to be fiberglassed or made so that I could not move. I like the idea, however do not want to be that dependent upon anyone. I would rather learn how to be still, like those performers you see in the park or at a fair and pose for people for hours. But that's just me.
7/10/2005 3:09 pm
Ahh, I'm with you catastrophegirl. As I said, I was anxious for her after she was pushing on beyond about three days.|
Agreed of course, the skin needs to sweat, and dump out waste products.
I'd presume if you put yourself in a situation where you'd normally sweat about a litre of fluid, you would be in grave danger of heat stress.
Whatever motivated her to keep going and going, the evidence is in that it did't matter, after about ten days.
If you think it through, it makes sense. If the gunk can't get out of your skin, the fluid pressure will build up enough so that it at least stretches the paint layer, and then it will get out anyway.
Even a mildly sweaty situation, the worst that's really going to happen is that the paint will separate from the skin.
But thank you for the kind request to be carfeul!
You know, I'd have found your sculpture sexy too. I even get mildly turned on by a mannequin that's garishly made up or painted an odd colour. It's weird and funny how all these things are wired up in my brain.
But that's the subject for another blog, I think. I imagine all brains have some weird wiring; it makes me wonder.
7/10/2005 5:55 pm
Thanks beaujelais. It's not a very good photo though, I'll have to get some better ones sometime. I'm hoping to get a chance to try that pink soon |