My mothers make up drawer was a treasure trove to me. but better than jewels, I could rub theses gorgeous colours into my skin and they became part of me. The make-up had beautiful textures and wonderful smells. It was like painting, and eating, and incredibly tactile. It conjured exciting fantasies of identity, especially in my 7-12 year-old self.
These art pieces explored the sensuality of make-up to its fullest extent. I tried to create make up testers that were ravishing, but invested with too much sexuality. The real-hair hairbrushes were too thick and luxurious. The D-cup powder blushers didn't fit into your hands and were beautiful but messy. Erect lipsticks were too big and too fragrant, and the latex eyes gave you eyes only dreamed of, but masked your most important facial feature. A lot of adults came and played for a long time, others who came were too uncomfortable to touch anything. The 7-12 year olds loved it.