Photos I took immediately after doll like...I got all "dolled up" and then felt a pang of conscience in relation to my body of art. Beauty is so strange. Beauty is both wonderful and terrible. What are we before we become exposed to this idea of needing to look a certain way? Always thinking about how grotesque the idealized beauty can be. Why I chose to cover my bare face with vaseline and eyelids with baby powder? Open to your interpretation.