The other head is a sculpture I did at the Museum of Fine Arts School in Boston.
His name was Charlie.
At this time of year I get to revel in all things Gothic. And nobody thinks it's all that strange.
Here I am as Lucrezia Borgia, you can't see it in this photo of a photo but I had a lovely little cut crystal ampoule in my hand with a mysterious white powder. (Alright, alright, it was baby powder).
I made the dress from a tablecloth.
My "date" was the illustrious Marquis de Sade.
We were returning from the dead, hence the zombie-esque makeup. ScaryMatchdotcom.
Actually, we ended up getting married. On Halloween. The bride wore black.
Initially this post was simply an ode to Halloween. It didn't really fit the Inspiration Theme.
But then I realized something.
The dressing up and pretending to be scary/scared is all about the fun of being someone else for a night. Writing gives me that same thrill.
I explore different worlds, live different lives, and at the end come home, safe and sound.
This is what drives, or inspires, me to write.
Whew, that worked out quite well after all.
What inspires you to write?
This week I started off the Halloween Inspiration Relay-
I am passing the torch (or Jack O'Lantern) to the lovely Kristina Perez and she will blog about Halloween next week. There are plenty of pumpkins to go around, so feel free to stick with the Halloween Inspiration theme if you want-but if Halloween isn't your thing, that's okay too.
And because Halloween provides a good enough excuse for a gratuitous cute doggie pic...