Nights like these

Friday, July 16, 2010 Jonette 2 Comments

(written July 14, 2010, 8:30pm)

are very good opportunities to do some housework while it's still light, then head out to the next city's mall for dinner, a few supplies, and cellphone juice when it gets dark.

A storm hailed at Signal #2 raged all night Tuesday evening. A number of colleagues and I who lived in the same area decided to stay at the office for a while longer to wait out the storm. By the time the winds had tamed a bit, we decided to head home -- and find the power gone from our respective areas. Word is out that electricity won't be back until tomorrow. Looks like it's survival mode (of sorts) for now.

Gladly, the evening was not without its dose of fun. ^_^*

Meet AJ's back. AJ has a very quirky and awesome skin condition called Dermatographic Urticaria. when the skin gets scratched, bumped, or even sometimes slapped, it develops raised wheals. AJ says it's not itchy or painful -- and gives the artist in her hours of endless biological fun. She invited me last night to decorate her back with something pretty and handed me what seemed to be a broken-off plastic fork tine.

I'm not sure if I got the pretty bit right, but you see the result above.

It started as a bird, then the bird was a-perching on a branch, then I wondered what the branch was supposed to grow out of. I thought, "Ah, well, let's make it grow out of a book. It sort of makes sense, and AJ loves books."  I'm not sure what the liquid pooling under the book's pages are supposed to be, but I'm guessing it's ink. So, yeah.

AJ was pretty cool throughout the whole experience. She was giving a lesson quite collectedly and effortlessly while I did my thing. Amazing woman, this one. 

Drawing on skin was interesting. It stretches and bounces back, and you have to constantly adjust to it, unlike paper.

The best thing about it, I think, is it's not permanent. It's like drawing on the seashore: you draw on it, then after sometime, it vanishes. I took this shot at the very last minute before my camera's batteries died. I ran down to get a fresh pair, and when I got back in 10 minutes or so, the bird was already too mottled to be recognizable. I guess it was a lucky shot. ^_^*


  1. Next goal: be a tattoo artist! :)

  2. Wow, this looks like a white tattoo, what a crazy condition, glad it doesn't hurt!


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