Introduction: Art, sex & me
About me:
I never was the artist in the family growing up, my brother was amazing. Me I was just a dreamer...
Years ago in my mid ****'s my second wife wanted me to get a tattoo along with her and the step son. At the time I was quite anal retentive. That's the wonderful thing about art, it changes you, opens you up. As I have traveled down this path I have became much more intuitive. But neither here nor there...
As I said they wanted me to get a Tat, so I started researching them, what I wanted. I wanted to see what they would look like. So I started getting thing to try, at first henna, quickly moved to an airbrush and temporary tattoo ink. I was instantl****ked, Art had caught my soul.
I soon was doing bodypanting for local Photographers, some of the modes and I became friends. My wife got jealous and separated though there was noting going on. Pretty much instantly the models and I would get together on the weekends to practice bodypainting,
We would, make art, fuck, snuggle, make more art and have sex again. It was a great times, I miss it , there is noting better in life amazing friends and wonderful sex. But all good thing****ome to an end, Me and my Ex-Wife got back together when she saw how wonderful my work was becoming. So the play ended.
I got into special effects makeup, A Halloween Haunt needed a make-up man, and I because so good at the bodypaint. It was a natural progression. Soon I was doing Indi movies, theater, TV. Nothing huge mind you. But a little money and always an adventure. Ive gotten to help a braless Trisha Year break into a mansion, Been backed into a corner by a Topless female Senator while trying to bodypaint her. Done traditional Native American bodypaint on a man that '****onsidered both a National Treasure and living legend. Gotten to bodypaint and fool around with a woman that was a CEO, Radio Personality and TV News reporter. I have toured with “Evil Dead the musical” and gotten to see more of the world working on locations near and far.
None of witch is particularly important because I'm just a man, a simple artist. Somewhere in there my and my ex divorced, she loved the prestige it gave, but was always jealous the spotlight it put on me. Eventually, I gave it all up professionally. And independent artists life is not easy, jobs are not always there and security is ****arce. Feast or famine...
Though I sold out for the security of a job, the Art and passion burns in me as greatly as ever, photography, sketching, painting. Sure I still body paint and do SFX makeup from time to time for my own amusement.
Most weekends I spend at home, working on my art, though longing for the good old days of playing art sex and snuggling.
The blog:
I am using this blog to show my art, artist cant help but show off their work.
Find women that want to pose and play. I can find lots of women that want to pose, but pla****!
And ask my proverbial question of the day...
I guess my first question is, Is the whole artist thing actually interesting, or is it just a creep old artist?
Blog Introduction
I am an angel, though horns hold up my halo. I didn't so much fall from grace as saunter down the path to wickedness.