In another life I was a pickpocket and thief who started at a young age like the little boy in Outlander who lives at the brothel.
Anyway I used to have a collection of nail polish in every color at my studio. I used it in art therapy: my favorite was having a client decorate his pill plastic box w/days of the week using nail polish and collage.
Anyway at home I can’t use the chemicals of polish or remover. So I do it in Duane Reade. I find the fast dry nail polish and try a bunch of colors but I put them on all the nails. It’s out in the open but I don’t know if it looks like I’m trying them out because I’m low key stealing a manicure in plain site. I guess since it doesn’t look like I’m taking a color and doing my nails it isn’t technically stealing but really I’m doing my nails with their nail polish which some innocent person is then buying. It’s not like I use that much. It’s of course weird. I’m that person who got caught taking photos of people’s “foyers” at my parents’ building and my sister not only thought it was nuts but had to deal with the people who complained. I wrote about it in another post.
Ok, finally the good stuff. Here are photos of today’s masterpiece. I can just cover some of last week’s loot:
Damn it. I wrote a bunch of stuff that got deleted:
- I don’t like not having a separate art studio after over 30 years.
- I’m blocked and not making much.
- After 9/11/01, I had a “moveable studio” project where I be made art anywhere and everywhere.
- It’s depressing not feeling inspired and being cramped into a small space in a messy apartment that feels like a disorganized storage space.
- I’m seeing new types of creativity such as these nails emerge but nothing really has legs…
- My life is shitty and depressing. It’s a secret so don’t tell anyone, ha ha.
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6 Impossible Things For Breakfast 