Wodwo

I am an amateur make-up artist interested in honing my craft. I am most interested in theatrical style make-up, but I have been learning glamour, fashion, and pin-up style make-up as well. I want to make striking memorable art.

I work mostly with my fiancee Educated Savage, but I've started doing work for other photographers. I've learned most of what I know from War Paint and she inspired me to continue on this path and I thank her for that.

I have a difficult schedule to plan around because my place of employment refuses to set one for me and they don't plan more than two weeks ahead. At least it pays the bills and allows me to slowly improve my make-up kit.

For the most part, I am in this to help make art for art's sake. I am not attempting to become a professional, so I do not expect payment. However, there are some instances where I may request a "kit fee". Some of the things I do require items that are relatively expensive, but can only be used by one person. Vampire fangs, for instance....

Lastly, I don't drive. I have never had my license, so I cannot travel easily. My fiancee drives me most places. I may request funds for fuel if I have to travel out of town.

Other than that, I love doing what I do and so I'm happy to help wherever I can, whenever I can.

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What am I? Nosing here, turning leaves over
Following a faint stain on the air to the river's edge
I enter water. Who am I to split
The glassy grain of water looking upward I see the bed
Of the river above me upside down very clear
What am I doing here in mid-air? Why do I find
this frog so interesting as I inspect its most secret
interior and make it my own? Do these weeds
know me and name me to each other have they
seen me before, do I fit in their world? I seem
separate from the ground and not rooted but dropped
out of nothing casually I've no threads
fastening me to anything I can go anywhere
I seem to have been given the freedom
of this place what am I then? And picking
bits of bark off this rotten stump gives me
no pleasure and it's no use so why do I do it
me and doing that have coincided very queerly
But what shall I be called am I the first
have I an owner what shape am I what
shape am I am I huge if I go
to the end on this way past these trees and past these trees
till I get tired that's touching one wall of me
for the moment if I sit still how everything
stops to watch me I suppose I am the exact centre
but there's all this what is it roots
roots roots roots and here's the water
again very queer but I'll go on looking

~Ted Hughes

Fiancee: Educated Savage #446339

Mentor: War Paint #573927