This is me, in about 1978. My picture was actually on the front page of the Atlanta Constitution. The face painting was done at an art fair.
This is about 1984. I can't remember why I had my eye painted.
And this was last June, at Disneyland. Apparently, having my face painted is something I've always liked!
Remember these photo booths? The summer I lived in Wildwood, New Jersey, I worked in the boardwalk mall and this booth was across from the sea shell shop where I worked. When it was slow and they had no customers, I'd go over and they'd take my picture. It always made people want to have it done when someone else was doing it. This was my 'sweet' picture.
This was my not-so-sweet shot. Funny, I don't even look like the same person. I was 19 and look about 12.
Halloween my freshman year at the University of Tampa. I was an angel and this is when I learned to never put glitter in your hair. It took months to finally be gone.
You can read on the bottom of the polaroid what this was from. I wish I had found this picture before I had to do my mask for the mask swap. It might have helped me out. I do not remember who the guy is. Just someone on the shoot.
And this is the mask that Nicole made for the mask swap at Atistic Affaire.
It's obvious that I like to dress up and to have my face painted, but, believe it or not, I really don't like Halloween. I'm not sure why. I think I've decided it's the colors that I don't care for and somehow that makes me not like Halloween. When I break down each aspect of it, candy, costumes, ghosts, witches, etc. there is nothing I don't like. That just leaves the colors. Strange, I know. I am probably the only person who doesn't like it. Oh well.