My friend Michael painted me today... We started out with my original inspiration of a tree on fire, but after many coats and recoats, it wasn't really happening for him, so we started just messing around with the paint.

It was a lovely way to spend the afternoon. I drove on the freeway for the first time ever! to get there and I finally got to feel the other end of bodypainting-kind of goes on cold, and rather tickley in those... um... more sensitive, places, plus, it cracks and catches as it sets up a bit, but it's really fun to watch your transformation.

I painted my own hand and arm, which was cool, although we had to do a bit o' dodgenpaint, since he was painting my bod at the same time!

I'm looking forward to the next session, when we take another crack at the treefiregoddess collaboration.

Maybe I'll actually have all the paint off by then... It's kind of fascinating the way the thick sections just peel off like alloverstretchystickywetlycra bandages, but two showers and a whole lotta scrubbing later, there's still bits stuck to my bits.

Paint + hair = mess, go figure.

:)