Cloaked in mystery, the orchid mantis sits. Still, so still. She waits. Patience is her virtue. She is beautiful, yet discreet. Barely visible. Behind her camouflage she hides. She’s become what she needs to be in order to survive. She is a small miracle, yet a machine. She operates in stealth mode. Cloaked in her petal armor. Faster than the blink of an eye; before you see her, she strikes. It’s over quickly. She saw you long ago.
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Currently living in Los Angeles, working as a freelance makeup artist. Originally from the east coast, where I bounced around from NYC to Boston, to Philly and back to NYC for a few years. I've been a painter, a prop stylist a window dresser, a wardrobe stylist, a dancer, and for the last few years a celebrity makeup artist. I've never been a wife or a mother, and I'm okay with that. You can't have it all. It's been quite a ride so far, and I'm not done yet. View all posts by lostartofmystery