Jul 9, 2019
Concept: I'm in a grain field, in the dead hours of a summer night; I'm carrying a boom box, playing "it's a sin" (the Ghost version of course), singing along and doing an interpretative dance; my body covered in black paint, corpse paint adornes my face; my hair messy, sticks and branches form a crown of spikes? no - it appears to present as antlers to any distant observent; the arms, dripping of this thick black liquid, feathers and broken bones sticking out of it; the fingers so long - maybe it's just the falling paint creating that illusion.
