It's a story as old as time.
Lots of graff artists are involved in these events, which take place at galleries, night clubs and parties. Michael has alot of friends who do these events which are now commonplace, and from time to time, they've tried to get him at an event.
As an artist, I'm like, cool. As wifey, I'm like, hell to the no.
Because seriously, it's all about palming flesh that doesn't belong to you. Lust of the flesh, have you heard of it? I just don't think it would be healthy to partake in this sort of scene, for many obvious reasons and some that are just personal ones.
Methinks the husband wouldn't appreciate it if I was painting Frida on some random dude's firm butt cheeks. Or his rock hard abs. Or his bulging forearms. Or...you get the idea!
We were at a pool party last Saturday. Michael's been working on a portrait of my nieces, and since he sometimes finds himself in the corner drawing in his sketchbook in social situations, I suggested that he just bring his paint and canvas. You know, to work on it while the party was going on. He's a performance artist like that.
He wasn't there for five minutes before he had people around him, wondering if he was willing to paint something on their skin. It was totally spur of the moment. The paint he was using was not specifically body paint. But, pretty soon a tip cup was brought out. One cochina asked if he would paint on her breasteses.
I made a mental note to scare her later on.
Another woman wanted, "a kitty cat on my ass".
Once she was told that I was wifey, she was very apologetic. But she still wanted that kitty cat. I looked over at the tip cup which was filling up rapidly. Sigh.
Then I turned to her and said, "Let me see your butt."
It was flat and saggy.
I said, "Proceed with the kitty cat, honey!"
Watching him have his hands on another woman's flesh was a little strange, so I can only imagine what it would feel like to have him painting a girl with her thong in his face.
Um, yeh I don't think that will be happening any time soon.
The tip cup was brought out by a very business-minded person who reminded me, "You are providing a service!" Holler.