An Unconventional Makeup Artist Who Can't Shut Up
It begins with a feeling. A few disconnected ideas strung together by pieces of scrap. How should I describe it? It’s like ripping off a section of lined paper where a raw, unrefined doodle was drawn, or nibbling on the breadcrumbs before biting from the sandwich. Then I unfold the ripped page and examine the casual fiddles of pen. I always draw a face. The features are platonic. It is a scrawl of colorless design that is added to a hidden collection of other doodles, which would eventually serve as the preliminary sketches for a grand photoshoot.