Museum of the Macabre An Art Party
I mentioned before that I was planning on attending a Day of the Dead party at the Art Gallery of Ontario, Museum of the Macabre An Art Party. It wasn’t on Halloween as this was not a Halloween event. The party was held on the official Day of the Dead with a program dedicated to the current exhibit of Guillermo del Toro Living with Monsters.
Shelley and I attended together. We took photos prior to leaving and Shelley decided to go with skull makeup and I decided to give my face a break.
Here we are goofing around trying to out-pose each other.
Museum of the Macabre An Art Party
We were a bit late (parking in Toronto is never easy!) but we still managed to catch some of the very unique and um…rather unusual explicit performance art of Kembra Pfahler known for heading the band The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black. Although she is considered a feminist at the climax of the evening (literally) I was left scratching my head as to how to wrap my brain around what I’d just seen as promoting feminism. In fact I had a difficult time equating the whole performance as art. Do naked women dancing around in blue body paint with large afro wigs and big pink lips while singing screaming equal art?
If you want to take a look for yourselves I’ve found an old video online explaining part of what she does…
*WARNING* this is Not Safe For Work and strictly 18+ viewing.
*Disclamer* If you don’t care for this type of thing please do not view the video. You’ve had fair warning. I take no responsibility for offending anyone.
After the show butt prints were being handed out. As in, Kembra bends all the way over, slathers blue paint everywhere, all up in there, while everyone is watching and then sits on a piece of paper. Can that be called art?
In the end I figured that the fact that it made me think was indeed what all art endeavours to do so in that sense I suppose it was a success. Here is a photo that doesn’t do the performance justice but it was all I could get from where we stood. And yes, she performed the whole thing nude, painted blue. She is the one on the left.

We also attended a live talk with Ladyfag, a party producer (what a wild occupation!) who appeared semi nude and wearing very tall stripper boots in glorious red patent leather. She used her hair as partial coverage à la Lady Godiva but I can assure you she was topless wearing very small short-shorts.
Both Shelley and I found it difficult to look her in the face when her boobs kept moving and she kept adjusting her hair. It was like a car accident, you don’t want to look but you feel compelled.
I was sad when I realized we had missed the performance piece of Charlie le Mindu.
The world he creates with hair and the human body is truly from another universe. Here is one of his performance pieces back when he worked in high fashion. *WARNING* there is some nudity but it is is very tastefully done.
There were interactive exhibits where we were able to leave our wishes for the future dead with an old manual typewriter.
This was the alter where you left your messages and you can see some of the messages people typed on the tray.
There were also the Holy Mountain videos by Mexican visual artist, filmmaker, writer and activist Leo Herrera which I would describe as nightmarish.
Using the art gallery as a base for a party is a fantastic idea.
You can wander through the galleries and feel surrounded by history and art all the while dance music is playing and people are mingling.
The AGO also opens up their vaults and share pieces they don’t normally exhibit.
This evening it was artists who designed many of the record album covers from the late 60s and early 70s. I took a photo of this poster that was meant for a concert for the Doors that was cancelled. Jim Morrison was arrested for indecent exposure and accused of trying to incite a riot in Miami and many of the subsequent concert dates were cancelled so this poster was never used.
It was an interesting eye opening evening out on the town that combined art, music and people in a fantastic environment. It pushed some of my personal boundaries and forced me to grow in unexpected ways.
I will be keeping my eye peeled for upcoming events at the AGO to attend in the future.
Do you have any personal restrictions on what you consider to be art?
Linking up with the wonderful Patti over at Visible Monday.
Makeup Tolerance Diminishes With Age
For those of you that follow me on Instagram you will have seen these photos.
It was all done in preparation for a Day of the Dead party that I’m attending.
When you’re older and wiser you figure out that these types of things need a “test drive” so you aren’t panicking on the day of the party risking a #HUGEFAIL and a mental breakdown.

My Makeup Tolerance Diminishes With Age
I’m glad I tried this out in advance. The makeup was a nightmare and took ninety minutes to apply. Turns out I was using the wrong products.
After doing research online after I’d removed this makeup I found out that the professionals use actual water based paint on their faces, none of this Dollar Store grease paint which is the equivalent of scraping butter onto your face and then trying to mash in more colours on top of that. Just getting the white base took four applications. My face was like a skating rink covered in vegetable oil. And of course…it’s guaranteed that as soon as you’ve applied it then you’ll need to scratch your nose.
Back when I was a kid I used to love Halloween. Once I won the prize for the best costume at my school when I went as an accident victim wearing my brother’s old full leg cast. I did my own makeup with gashes and blood back in the days when you had to make your own, not just go and buy it at Value Village. I didn’t mind doing hours of preparation and experimenting with the makeup and then piling it on until it was so thick I could barely lift my head.
My tolerance for heavy makeup diminishes the older I get.
I don’t have the stamina to wear this kind of heavy makeup for hours on end.
My face won’t let me. It seemed that after only thirty minutes all of the colour on my eyelids disappeared. I’ve always wondered, where the heck does that makeup go? Does my body eat it?
The area below my eyes had turned scaly like I was a reptile about to shed my skin. My eyes had gone red, not bad for the outfit but darn uncomfortable for me.
Overall it just didn’t feel remotely pleasant and I was beginning to worry if I had to have this garbage clogging my pores for over six hours I might lose my mind and try to tear off my own face a couple of hours in.
I had to laugh when Shelley, the gal I’m going to the party with, exclaimed that on Halloween night while handing out candy to the kids after only an hour or so her wig had given her a headache and her face paint had cracked. Turns out we won’t be wearing our Day of the Dead makeup on our night out.
It’s a bit of a shame because I would have enjoyed the reactions that this would have provoked but I’m unwilling to sacrifice comfort for shock value at this stage in the game.
I’m debating on wearing the rest of the outfit sans the makeup. The rest of it is very doable although the floral crown I made by hand is quite large. The great thing is it makes me look taller! Always a bonus.
I’m wearing a wig, thus why my hair suddenly looks fuller and has some body to it. The great thing is that the wig’s colour matches so closely to my own hair that I just leave my hair down and let it hang out the bottom of the wig.
I can’t decide if I will just look odd with the whole outfit and no makeup or I’ll be able to pull it off and say,
“What? This old thing?”
…and hopefully not be talking about myself but my outfit. Ha!
Do you find that you have less tolerance for heavy makeup as you age?
Linking up with Judith for some fun over at Hat Attack
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