Visual Artist. Singer. Lyricist. Writer. Poet. Burlesque performer. Model. Performance artist. Actor. -- Oil. Pencil. Ink. Surrealism. Horror. Fantasy. Dark fantasy. Nonfiction. Experimental. Caberet. Industrial Jazz. Hard Rock.
I work freelance in glamour and editorial. I have had some runway experience and have done work as a promotional model as well as an interactive performance artist. I’ve done professional acting and have been published multiple times in poetry and horror short stories. I do accept commissions for drawings and paintings. If you are within distance, doing a live portrait is possible.
Genres: boudoir, alternative, goth, steampunk, corsetry, pin-up, burlesque, concept and fine art, bodypainting, lingerie, semi-nudes, nudes*, BDSM* (*I have experience in and am open to full nude and BDSM work depending upon the concept as well as the professionalism of and my comfort with the creative team involved.)
I am located currently in Madison, Wisconsin, and open to travel within state as well as the Chicago area. Under the right circumstances, open to further distances. I am currently booking weekend shoots for 2017 beginning in April.
Dress Size: 9/10 or Medium
Bra Size: 32DDD or 34DD
Corset Size: 26
Natural Hair: Dark Brown, Medium Length, Naturally Curly
Current Hair: Black, Medium Length, Naturally Curly
Natural Eyes: Dark Brown
Piercings: Ears (three, each side, not stretched)
My body is shaking like The San Andreas. Dizzy, exhausted, migraine swiveling through to blur both eyes in turn the last three days. I walk like I'm pitching in an earthquake only affecting me and it takes all my focus and strength to stay upright.
But by hell... I can still paint. I had a 5 round brush out (it's a little bigger than a pencil tip- - not quite as big as a magic marker or Sharpie). My hands were shaking. I braced my elbow and half my forearm on my knee and tried anyway.
To my surprise I had a sensory memory. I've done this before.
I've ALWAYS had to do this.
I remembered my hands trembling in fine movements, details and hair fine lines. It was part of why I got lazy in realism. It was hard to do that final stages. Whoa.
I always assumed it was my forgetting to eat that triggered that. Did I LEARN to paint... with the disability already surfacing? And have been working around it my whole life?
*head spinning, jaw on the floor*
All these years. I never knew. Never had a clue.
I remember other things- - like how hard it was for me as a child to catch things tossed to me. How easily I broke glasses. How I didn't know everyone else didn't suffer vision blurring or seizures until I was 15. How clumsy I was. How my shaking hands were noted by my pediatrician in my medical records.
It was always there. I... already adapted to some of it. Wow.
It drains me though. Trying to sit upright during the convulsions is rough on my body. It's like a hundred sit ups, rows, and curls all at once. I feel like I ran 20 miles and just finished the ACT. I must have the focus of a Buddhist monk when I'm painting to have achieved it at all.
I'm amazed at myself and the strange working of my body. I'm amazed at the juxtaposition of my intelligence and creativity and my growing inability to manipulate my own body.
Life is a funny thing.
I hope this passes by morning. I feel wicked.