My Dad is visiting this week. I always enjoy his visits because we get to go ‘serendiping’. That’s what we call to a new place and sampling the amenities.
On Saturday and Sunday we visited Artscape here in Baltimore. Frankly it’s more about music, food, and crafts than about fine art, but its fun to wander around. While heading to the Lyric Opera house to see Phildanco (the Philadelphia Dance Company) we walked behind a booth and found a woman being painted green.
We joined a growing crowd to watch her transform from an alien to an exotic life form…
…to a work of art.
Let’s ignore the fact that she’ll be wandering around the rest of the day in her bra, and that her picture is now floating through the blogosphere, I totally wanted to get painted, too! But I’m afraid this might be similar to vain attempts to get cornrows when I was little (I looked bald), fingerwaves (looked like a bad helmet) or nail extensions (for our wedding. Just French manicure, but I ripped them off within two days. I hate long nails). Some things are just not as cool on a ‘pale face’ (as my Indian friend called me in college).
2 comments:
That's awesome. Great pictures, too! One of my French students painted herself silver for Halloween one year, and she looked hot. I think the key is to be in great shape.
Ah, yes! That's a really good point. Incentive to get back to my Pilates...
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