VANILLA, CHOCOLATE, CHOCOLATE-CARAMEL SWIRL WITH CASHEWS: the Flavors of our Special Effects Adventures

In the last 14 months Gary has demonstrated at 3 different Makeup conventions...United Makeup Artists Expo in London, April, 2013, United Makeup Artists Expo in London, April, 2014, and International Makeup Artists Trade Show, London, June, 2014.  Each convention has been a different experience and with a little distance, I think I see a picture developing....

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UMAE, APRIL, 2013:

This was Gary's first demo which he undertook because they offered professional photography portfolio pictures.  He spent about a month in preparation with a test run here in Italy before setting off to London to do the real thing.  In London he was set up in an area at the back of the convention hall, away from the madding crowds, with a makeup chair and a table....simple, efficient, adequate.  Nothing luxurious, nothing special.

Skye, Lizard Lady

VANILLA:  simple, unassuming, unsurprising, yet layered.  Gary's goals were clear:  create a makeup within a 4 hours period that was clean, film-worthy, stage-worthy, mettle-testing.  (oh yeah, and made great photos).  This makeup was about the art, the work, the makeup.  Like Vanilla, it was pure, clean, deceptively simple, delicious, unencumbered--both the experience and the art were Vanilla.

He successfully met his goals for he was asked by Chris McGowan, one of UMAE's organizers, to demo at the 2014 Convention, Duh, yeah!!

UMAE, APRIL, 2014:

Gary was asked to do two, count 'em, two demos this year!  An honor, and he was to do his demos in the MONSTERPOOLZA booth--wowee zowee!  When he arrived the first day, he was set up toward the back of the convention center, at the front of the MonsterPalooza Booth, next to the scary monster set with theatre lights!!

His Saturday demo was a zombie, with ever-faithful model, Toby...Gary had prepped the pieces, conceived a "look," and had done a test run in California a few months before.  His goals: create and apply a viable makeup.  Success!!

Toby, Zombie Man

Sunday's demo was a little more complicated.  With lovely Skye as model, Gary was using pieces he'd never worked with before, a forehead and muzzle piece donated by Neill Gorton's Millennium FX Shop.  He conceived and created the horns and wig piece to complement Neill's pieces and make the makeup uniquely his own.  With many messages back and forth, Skye brought a costume that fit the concept, Sian helped with the hair and nails, and viola!  a sexy demon was born. The Goals:  create a full character, use heretofore unused pieces well, make invisible seams, utilize new painting techniques learned at Neill's Bootcamp.  Success!!

Skye, Sexy Demon Woman

CHOCOLATE: rich and gooey, decadent, delicious

It was a heady experience, this one...the work was good, the complements flew, shoulders were rubbed.  Like Chocolate, it was a fuller experience, moving beyond the mono-flavor into a deeper, more textured, more satisfying palate pleaser.  The emphasis changed from simply creating a good makeup to creating a good makeup that attracted attention and elevated G's rep as a makeup artist.

A few weeks after the convention, Neill Gorton asked Gary to demonstrate at the IMATS in June.  This is a big whoop---first, because Neil asked Gary, second, because he'd be rubbing elbows with some heavy-hitters in the Special FX world, and thirdly, it was an opportunity to prove he has the chops to play with the big boys.

IMATS, JUNE, 2014

Because this invitation came on the heels of the Prosthetics Boot Camp, Gary decided to incorporate all the steps and techniques learned there to create his makeup.  (Those of you who follow him on FB are intimately familiar with the step-by-step process he used to create his makeup, so I won't detail those steps here.)   His concept was an aged Klingon Warrior-turned-Soothsayer--blinded after he sustained a wound.

There is a back story here---20 years ago Gary had the opportunity to show Michael Westmore, Star Trek Makeup guru, his Klingon makeup.  Mr. Westmore gave G some advice, told him to do it again, then bring it back to him.  Gary never followed through--(the Road Not Taken?)--and he has regretted it ever since.  His major goal at IMATS was to create a Klingon Makeup Star Trek worthy, oh yeah, and play with the big boys.

The entire process took about 6 weeks, almost every day, all day, for six weeks.  This included researching, conceiving, utilizing new techniques, coordinating costume pieces (thank you, Skye!), buying fur, designing hair for the head and the eyebrows and mustache, finding people willing to help.  He knew he couldn't do it alone...and people stepped up. 

**Note about Gary** he HATES to ask for help, he HATES not being able to do everything himself, he HATES being beholden to anyone for anything....soooo, the fact he asked, and that people stepped up, was a major event for him.

But...things he had depended upon did not materialize, people who had committed to helping, didn't, people who should have supplied support, wouldn't.

So he kicked it into gear--unplanned things happen, you've always got to be ready with 2-3-4 back up plans---among those plans was to ask makeup artists attending the convention if they would step in and help.  So Guilia, Daniel, Carl and Ina  jumped in, gave of their time, their talents, their advice, and committed to the goal.  Testing professional mettle means solving problems....yeah Gar!  Problems solved!



Guilia, Gary, Daniel working on Toby---
who says he feels like he's getting a Spa Treatment
when he's modeling. (Carl in the background)



Gary and Toby with finished makeup



Toby, for a moment, out of character!

CHOCOLATE-CARAMEL SWIRL WITH CASHEWS:  complex flavors, contrasting textures, salty and sugary and smooth and crunchy.

This experience was like life, full of contrasts and contradictions;  enervating and uplifting; valuable and debilitating; frustrating and fulfilling; painful and joyful; exhausting and energizing; satisfying and unsatisfying. 

Were his goals met?  Mostly.  Was the makeup a success?  Yes!  What's next???  We don't know....

What I do know is this adventure has brought my husband joy and pleasure and validation and confidence.  I'm not sure you can expect a hell of a lot more from any adventure...I'm looking forward to the next flavor!

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Eat Well, Travel Often



RITUAL and CEREMONY, LIFE, DEATH, SNAKES and FLOWERS

It's been a tumultuous weekend.....

Our neighbor, Claudio, died on Friday of an unexpected and brief illness. 

Claudio was a robust, full-hearted Marchegiano--(of our region, Le Marche)--and he was the heart of our little burg.

He always greeted us with a full-throttled, "Buon Giorno," and he loved to talk---drifting in the window, his conversations were a comforting backdrop to summer breezes and daily life.   These last few days I've missed his voice---and what a voice!  A distinctive, thin, high-pitched, nasal voice--full of life and vigor and energy, uniquely his.

He was curious...about our visitors and flying in an airplane and what it was like driving in London and what Paris was like in spring and what we eat when we're in California.  He wasn't sophisticated or well-travelled, but he was a good businessman, a good man.

Claudio was emotional: he still teared up when he talked about his wife who died 20 years ago and was speechless when he saw his great-grandchildren.  He was proud of his son, Silvano, and daughter-in-law, Laura, the new house they've built from scratch, and of the successful business he conceived and grew to support his family.

But mostly, Claudio was kind.  He was unassuming and grounded and quirky and full of life.  We will miss him.

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The funeral service was on Saturday at our local church, L'Abbadia di San Ruffino; it was a full-on Catholic mass and the church was packed, which made my heart happy.  (I guess living in one place for 80 years you get to know a lot of people!)

Trying to follow the liturgy (it was all in Italian), my mind drifted off--watching the other mourners, looking at the church (in existence since Roman times), and feeling the calm of the service and the people.  Not being of any particular religious persuasion, I am fascinated, curious and moved by the comfort ritual brings to those in pain.  Ritual provides calm in the midst of chaos; it brings the known to the unknown; it provides the strength, compassion and will to move ahead; Rituals offer solace and succor.

I believe we all need to believe in something greater than ourselves; but I also believe that something is different for everyone and we are responsible for finding that something for ourselves.

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All this before noon on Saturday.....

then we had a meeting scheduled with the plumber and the builder for the bathroom renovation project @ 12:30....they were late, it was lunchtime...so, I walked around the garden and saw our family snake...yep, you read that correctly.  I've been talking to everyone about this friggin' snake and told them it was a meter long and looked exactly like a viper (me and Google are very good friends on the VIPER SNAKE SEARCH) and EVERYONE, to a person, pats me (figuratively or literally) on the head and tells me to stai tranquilla, stay calm, we don't have meter-long snakes in Italy.  And, vipers don't get that big....don't get hysterical you American woman who knows nothing about snakes.

So there was my snake--I got my camera and took the picture below....

 

Creepy, huh?  and at least a meter long!

 I took my trusty camera to dinner with me that evening and showed my snake around...Luciana, the chef at the restaurant, called in a local snake expert.  Our snake, I think I'll call him Creepy, is a water snake.  They're not dangerous, but will bite if provoked---I'm not getting that close.  But I will check daily to see if Creepy is still sunning  himself so I can sto tranquilla.

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Sunday Morning:

Think of it as a Rose Parade Float on the ground...Servigliano, a medieval walled town close by, celebrates The Feast of Corpus Christi by laying out flowers on the streets around the main piazza.  When the mass is over, the celebrants walk out of the church, in a procession, and through the flowers.   We went early and caught the residents mid-decorating, a communal labor of love.  A beautiful counterpoint to a tumultuous few days.

People are responsible for decorating the street in front of their homes.
 

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People ask me all the time, what do you do while you're in Italy?  We live.  We go to the grocery store and the gym, cook, have guests over, go to our book club, take walks, go to the beach, make paper....This last weekend has plunged us into Italian life fully, encompassing the joys and the sorrows.  We live.  We grab every minute and squeeze tight.  We live.

 

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Eat Well, Travel Often



REFLECTED GLORY and ALL THAT JAZZ

REFLECTED GLORY

Falmouth, Cornwall, UK, March 29-April 4, 2014

“Fantastic,” “Amazing,” “How does he do that?” NOTE: An English accent adds the correct cadence to this….now, read it again. See? The mundane is elevated to a new level…why does an English accent do that??

We were at the informal inauguration of the Gorton Studio in Falmouth, Cornwall, UK; a preface to Gary’s week-long Boot Camp/Master Class in Special Effects MakeUp. Neill Gorton was doing an old-age demo and the invitees were makeup artists, wanna-be makeup artists, community members, spouses (that would be me), and friends.

The energy was a combination of laid-back informality (help yourself to a sandwich or a glass of wine), awe-struckedness (is that a word?)—BAFTA awards on the wall --, awkward-wanting-to-connect-but-not-be-too-eager-ness, and egoism (be real, this was a room full of artists). But, of course, the main attraction was Neill. (for a full bio of Neill's work, go to GortonStudio.co.uk or Millenniumfx.co.uk/ --both his companies-- worth a read!)

Neill doing an old-age makeup
(in red)--notice the intense looks!

 

more rapt-ness

Neill and his wife, Lisa, are lovely people--gracious, generous, kind and consummate professionals.  I've always thought the people with whom one surrounds him/herself reflects basic, essential character...and the people who work closely with Neill and Lisa--Danny, Hazel, Anthony--are talented, hard-working, gracious, generous professionals.  And Gary got to spend a week in this rarified company---Makeup Heaven!!

 

...and ALL THAT JAZZ

 

Which takes us to London, April 5 and 6, to the United Makeup Artists Expo--Gary was scheduled to do two makeup demos (if you're following him on FB, you've got the whole scoop!) and it was fascinating to be on the outside looking in....Reflected Glory

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Gary attracting a crowd

      

Makeup #1: Zombie--
model, Toby



Toby in full-on makeup

 

Makeup #2--Demon
Model Skye sans makeup

 

first prosthetic piece applied
(Large prosthetic pieces sponsored by Neill Gorton)

 


Large pieces on

 

2nd prosthetic piece



plus horns



finished Demon Makeup

I had fun bein' the wife (and official Gary photographer):  I got to be in on the process (Gary making the hairpiece the night before), I got to watch both makeups come to fruition (from concept to reality), I got to relish his success, I got to meet a bunch of interesting people, I got to stay outside of the hustle and bustle while all-the-while being firmly on the inside.  Gary's reflected glory rubbed off on me---

So when I began this blog entry, I was critical, nay dismissive and disdainful, of this thing called Reflected Glory; I felt above it, better than it, beyond it...and when I honestly tried to put words to feelings, I was blocked.  I was conflicted.  I wanted to be above it and beyond it, but in this modern world people are attracted to people who are successful.  For oh-so-many reasons.

So I embrace it.  I enjoy having successful people in my life.  I like being a part of something bigger than me.  I like being in worlds larger than mine.  And I know I'm not alone....I'm just luckier than most.



AND IT ALL CAME FULL CIRCLE
Gary and his Demon, Neill with his Flying Monkey
the week began and ended with Neill

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Eat Well, Travel Often

 

 

 

LOST AND FOUND OVER DELHI

First of all, I want to thank all of you who keep asking about my next post---wowee, even I was surprised at how long it's been since I published something.  My friend Karin asked me why I haven't been writing lately and my response?  Life is good and I'm happy.

But we've just had a fabulous trip to Thailand and had many, many adventures--if I don't get some of them down on paper, I'm afraid I'll lose them!  With your indulgence, installment #1.

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LOST AND FOUND OVER DELHI

The first leg of the trip back to Italy was Bangkok to Istanbul, 11 hours...so we settled in with books and movies and airplane food, girding our loins for the duration---you know the feeling, the timeless, interminable, other-worldly suspension of reality--we were rested and happy and aglow from our trip, so no matter how long the flight was, we were in the Zen-zone.

Dinner service was erratic and the crew seemed distracted, but we chalked it up to Turkish temperament (contrasted to Thai smiles and graciousness) and forged ahead with red wine.  Then came the announcement, "Is there a Doctor on the airplane?  If so, please talk to the nearest steward."  Always distressing.  But as I looked around, things were calm and apparently under control.

An hour later another announcement:  "Due to a passenger in need of medical care, we will be making an unscheduled stop in Delhi."  Then they showed the map of the flight and THAT was disconcerting---the plane literally was making a U-turn.  Craned necks, whispered chatter, purposeful movement, the doctor with his stethoscope, heads together in confidential talk, and closed curtains before us....and the passengers never once groaned or whined or winced or complained--NOT ONCE.

The medical emergency added 3 hours to the flight; our 11 hours turned into 14 and we landed in Istanbul at 9 PM with nerves shattered and tired and cranky and stiff--our Zen was long gone.  The Greeks were angry with the Turks for having to buy Visas to stay overnight in the country, we all had to manipulate the huuuuge Istanbul Airport and get through passport and immigration, and then Gary and I had the challenge of a surly Turkish taxi driver who didn't know where our hotel was.

We had a few ugly moments when we landed in Istanbul---that tired, cranky thing---but get through it we did.

And on the other side of it was a reminder of the universal humanity that connects us.  I'm sure every single passenger on that plane couldn't help but think, "What if that was me? What if it was my husband or wife or child?"  In the end, no one begrudged that sick passenger the 3 hours; no one resented the loss of sleep or a missed connection; everyone applauded the action and need to save a life.  We do what has to be done; the bigger issues overshadow minor inconveniences.

We lost our Thai calm and found our connection to 500 strangers.  It was a good flight home.


Postscript:  We never knew what was wrong with the passenger and we will never know if he or she survived.