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True Cover Make Up





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    make up
  • The combination of qualities that form a person's temperament

  • Cosmetics such as lipstick or powder applied to the face, used to enhance or alter the appearance

  • constitute: form or compose; "This money is my only income"; "The stone wall was the backdrop for the performance"; "These constitute my entire belonging"; "The children made up the chorus"; "This sum represents my entire income for a year"; "These few men comprise his entire army"

  • The composition or constitution of something

  • makeup: an event that is substituted for a previously cancelled event; "he missed the test and had to take a makeup"; "the two teams played a makeup one week later"

  • constitution: the way in which someone or something is composed





    cover
  • Put something such as a cloth or lid on top of or in front of (something) in order to protect or conceal it

  • provide with a covering or cause to be covered; "cover her face with a handkerchief"; "cover the child with a blanket"; "cover the grave with flowers"

  • screen: a covering that serves to conceal or shelter something; "a screen of trees afforded privacy"; "under cover of darkness"; "the brush provided a covert for game"; "the simplest concealment is to match perfectly the color of the background"

  • Scatter a layer of loose material over (a surface, esp. a floor), leaving it completely obscured

  • Envelop in a layer of something, esp. dirt

  • blanket: bedding that keeps a person warm in bed; "he pulled the covers over his head and went to sleep"





    true
  • consistent with fact or reality; not false; "the story is true"; "it is undesirable to believe a proposition when there is no ground whatever for supposing it true"- B. Russell; "the true meaning of the statement"

  • Rightly or strictly so called; genuine

  • In accordance with fact or reality

  • make level, square, balanced, or concentric; "true up the cylinder of an engine"

  • as acknowledged; "true, she is the smartest in her class"

  • Real or actual











True Story of Borrowing $1.00 from a Hundred Friends in Order to Buy a Car




True Story of Borrowing $1.00 from a Hundred Friends in Order to Buy a Car





It was 1982, and I was a single mom, and somewhat of a floozy. I was not into drugs nor being an alcoholic, though. Just lots of dancing, flirting and chocolate, and an occasional immoral, eccentric, but not illegal activity. Chocolate was one of my 4 food groups. In fact, I think it was 75% of my 4 food groups.

I had a very nice income without having to work. It covered rent and utilities and food, and some basic things like that. It did not however, cover things like $400 or $500 worth of car repair or another $470 worth of motorcycle repair. In one month’s time I had about $900 worth of transportation repair, and neither my car nor my motorcycle was running.

At a cocktail lounge and dance club called Foo’s in Eugene, Oregon, which no longer in business, there was a braggart. Well, probably more than one braggart, but I am talking about one specific man there. He was frequently talking about how many wonderful buys on cars he had made, and that he had six cars in his driveway that he got for $100 or less, and made a big profit on. It felt to me like he was dangling steak in front of a starving dog.

I mentioned this to a man who was my friend, and said if that if someone were really my friend, they would find me a hundred dollar car. I could surely use one. He said that he would find me one. True to his word, he did. That evening I did not have $100; so I made a little chart of a thermometer like United Way might use, with a little sketch of a car at the top. I felt, rightly so, that it would be easier to ask 100 people for a dollar than to ask one person for a hundred dollars. I went around to my friends at Foo’s and asked if they could lend me a dollar toward the car, and told them I could pay them back in a few days.

I have covered their last names on my little chart for their privacy, not mine. This was nearly 30 years ago, and I don’t care. My little fund grew and grew and grew, and even went over $100. I joked that if I had known I had so many friends, I would have bought a Corvette.

I told my friends that I would pay them back next time I got paid. I think many of them thought, “Oh yeah, sure!” When I received my check for the month, I went to the bank and got 100 crisp new dollar bills. That night I went out with my list in hand, and got initials by as many people as were there. Some said never mind, it was a gift; and some were just mildly surprised that I intended to pay it back.


I had promised my lenders that when I got the car, I would get a bumper sticker made that said, “This Car Financed by 100 of My Friends.” There was a bumper sticker place in town that promised they could print anything; so that is what I did. It got a few laughs at stop lights and places like that. I also enjoyed surprising people who never thought I would really do that. I enjoy being somewhat eccentric in ways that pleasantly surprise people. That was my night to shine.

What I did buy was a 1969 Dodge. It was blue with a white racing striped wrapped around the trunk area. It had a white hard top. The biggest problem was that the driver’s door wouldn’t open. I had to crawl in the passenger side. For the great price on the car, that was a problem I could live with

The most embarrassing time was when I had just started a new business, which is a different story, and drove up to a car dealership, and a salesman came out to greet me on the driver’s side. I had to tell him I would get out the other side. I felt kind of ridiculous, but I persevered. It struck me as funny how some people would act sort of ashamed on my behalf, but others would seem a bit impressed that I wasn’t flustered, and almost proud of me. I got out of my new car as if that were the way everyone did.


My progress chart is a real study in sociology. At least six people on it that I know of got married since then. At least one committed suicide. At least two died of cancer. One was murdered by her husband and her body thrown in the Long Tom River.

Eventually the car bit the dust, but even that was under unusual circumstances. I was on the way driving it to a wrecking yard. I took water for the radiator in the only big container I could find at the time. It was a Tupperware super large Fix ‘n Mix bowl, very awkward for pouring. It was also a ten dollar bowl which was a lot of money for me in 1982. I suspect now in this new millennium that they are $20 or $30. I had the title with me for the Dodge, fully expecting that I would not make it all the way to the wrecking yard. Sure enough, I didn’t. I had to be towed. I sold the car and only got $40 for it, and paid $7 for a cab ride back home. When I got home I realized I had left my Tupperware bowl in the back seat. I immediately called the wrecking yard and asked if they could get it and hold it for me until I could get out that way again. The manager told me, “Nah, that car has already been crushed!” I believed him, because I wasn’t experienced in the ways of wrecking yards; and because I











Kissing in the Park




Kissing in the Park





This is the beginning of a feminist project I've just started. This project is going to focus on make-up, the mask that we (as a society) force women to wear. It's not that make-up is in itself bad or evil or any silliness like that. Make-up is one of the most obvious symptoms of patriarchal oppression. It shows that we value women only for their beauty, for their bodies.

Go out to a restaurant, a mall, a church and look around. Every woman there will be wearing make-up and none of the men will be, because we value men for other things. As a man, my role is not to attract a partner who will support (and dominate) me for the rest of my adult life. It's not because make-up is feminine and not wearing make-up is masculine; make-up is just colored dirt. But for women, the expectation to wear make-up to be accepted is so strong, most women won't leave the house without it (and wear it at home).

My intention with this series is to depict the woman with her individuality and face covered up, only the make-up is visible. I believe that's what make-up does without the bag. We teach women from birth that they aren't as intelligent, they aren't good at math, they're emotional and illogical, they should be taking care of the children... This has got to stop. We've fostered a self-image for women that needs the make-up to feel confident, to feel pretty. They need that because they know they won't be valued as intellectual equals. And why not? Because we've all been taught that they aren't, but it simply isn't true.

Mamiya 80mm f/1.9 Sekor C wide open
Mamiya 645 Super 1/125th handheld
Kodak Ektar 100 (overexposed by 1 stop)
I get significantly better results in shade if it's overexposed by a full stop.
















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