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Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center: main hall panorama
Image by Chris Devers
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My Make-up for the July 3rd “Red, White and Dead” Zombie Walk/Thriller Dance in Fremont
Image by CalamityJon
Okay, let’s take a moment to talk about the makeup. When I hit the theatrical supply store – and by the way, how odd is it that Redmond, Washington, of all places has a theatrical supply store? We only have, like, two bookstores and ZE-RO men’s clothiers. Everything else is either British pantries and Teriyaki places – I knew that I could walk out of there with pre-fabricated latex appliances and "Realistic Gory Wounds" and other assorted festering gashes or bloody abscesses easily applied with some brand of Spirit Gum marketed under the brand name "Makeup Glue".*
(*Which, by the way, is not to insinuate that our theatrical supply store is lacking in any particular way – it’s actually quite good, and the staff is both comfortingly knowledgeable about makeup techniques and pleasantly inviting of new knowledge. They have a pretty good supply in stock, although I felt strongly their lack of liquid latex. I had intended to render the wide, wondrous palette of my denuded pate as a series of mountainous, bloody crevasses and humourous valleys, but rather was relegated to the above muckings-about)
However, there is a part of me which refuses to buy anything wholesale – even if it’s cheaper and easier – if there’s a possibility of manufacturing it one’s-self from household goods and a little classic proletarian craftiness. This is the part of me that’s building a Flea Circus and a Coconut ventriloquist’s dummy, if you must know. I call it "The Plastic Hassle Part of Me."
SO, ceasing my beating around assorted bushes, here’s how my multitude of cranial and facial wounds were invented: Tracing paper, Elmer’s Glue and grease paint. You crumple the tracing paper (tissue paper would work infinitely better, but I’d bought and cannibalized an ENORMOUS sheet of the stuff for another craft project of the "Plastic Hassle" variety earlier, and was eager to make some additional use of my mutilated investment), then give it a good but brief soaking, effectively moistening the torn strips of paper without soaking them to the point of dissolution.
Once moistened, work a liberal (by which I mean, in the spirit of the day, "European Socialist Model") amount of Elmer’s white glue onto both sides of the paper. The water will thin it out and help it coat the paper equally on both sides, inasmuch as Elmer’s is water-soluble. Step whatever: Slap that shit on yo’ head. For extra depth of wounds, allow the first layer to dry and then slap additionally another layer or two on the existing layer. Make sure to let them dry between slappings.
I realize, at this point, you will resemble the victim of some sort of sheet-based bukkake, but that’s because the color needs be added. Using any sort of flat applicator, you’ll want to apply a coat of clown white to the dried, crinkled tracing paper, and following that and using a brush of some sort, you’ll add red, black and brown greasepaints to the textured areas of yo’ haid. I wish I could give you better advice about HOW to apply the colors, but a lot of it, for my part, was instinctive – I’ve spent about twenty-eight years of my life learning how to paint and how to color, so most of my knowledge is more reflex than it is intellectual. I will tell you that I went:
RED – for the thickest portions of the texturing
BLACK – for the areas surrounding the red
BROWN – for the areas leading into flesh.
From that point, there’s a lot of mopping, repainting, re-applying, and mopping again. After that, a quick dose of baby powder (Ideally, made from real babies) and another coat of Elmer’s over pretty much the majority of the face and head (the drying Elmer’s will both protect the existing paint and such, and also will dry in such a way on exposed skin as to make it wrinkle and crease).
Yeesh. After all of that, I haven’t yet talked about the actual Thriller Dance and Zombie Night! Good gravy! I think I’ll leave that for my Livejournal – in the meantime, please note that this photo represents me about twenty pounds lighter than I was in February, following four months of strict diet and exercise, and yet I still bet that no sweet young ladies will find themselves swooning over this photo, as much as large, hairy bears of the West Coast will. That’s okay. I find Bears to be comforting sorts of fellows, and after all, I have my one sweet young thing to swoon over me, if’n I need as much as that. Swoon away, Bears.
Okay, to my Livejournal, where I’ll finish this Great American Goddamn Novel of Greasepaint and Four-Counts …