For more by Hybrid Skin Copyright 2017 Phoebe Thomasson
Jaguar flows through me now with the grace of an assassin fear yields to the touch of the brush on my face warpaint on; I am hunting I snake through the densely packed forest of my mind.
It always amazes me how healing creative experiences can be. Once you have processed the shame and embarrassment of scaring passers by with your blacked out face, the thrill of the moment becomes more playful. 'Fuck It' is our profane mantra in these moments. I'm not being bad. Just playful, irreverent, goodly dangerous to the status quo of holding and fear.