I have been looking at this elastic colorful string since finishing up my Burningman necklaces, knowing I wanted to wrap it around my face. Finally I have the chance to do just that. I don't know what to expect but i do know or well, think it will look cool. I must hold the one end in my mouth, instantly gagging me, not allowing me to open my teeth in order for me to begin wrapping this elastic around my face and head. I wrap and I wrap and i manage to talk using only my lips the entire time, no matter how many times I wrap my face. The more wraps, the more deformed my face becomes. My lips...

I have been looking at this elastic colorful string since finishing up my Burningman necklaces, knowing I wanted to wrap it around my face. Finally I have the chance to do just that. I don't know what to expect but i do know or well, think it will look cool. I must hold the one end in my mouth, instantly gagging me, not allowing me to open my teeth in order for me to begin wrapping this elastic around my face and head. I wrap and I wrap and i manage to talk using only my lips the entire time, no matter how many times I wrap my face. The more wraps, the more deformed my face becomes. My lips, my cheeks, my ears, my eyes all take shapes like I've never seen before but I don't stop wrapping until it starts hurting and burning. Of course I keep wrapping altho I realize I could have wrapped many more layers IF i didn't stretch the string as hard as I did but nonetheless, i wrap and I wrap until I almost cant take it anymore and my face looks as strange shaped as ever. The string is digging in so much everywhere. I manage to rip the touch cord and finish the end and let you look at my face art as I feel the texture of my face. The bulging of skin places that it shouldn't be, the deformity that I know is there but cant see but only feel is amazing. Once the burning pain becomes too intolerable, I begin the more painful process of unwrapping the cord. I realized at this point, i really should be supervised when doing my "genius ideas" but i am not and i must not panic. I can cant see and if i loose the end of the string, i know i cant just rip the string nor do i have a scissors. I go faster and faster to unwrap my throbbing head and also feel the pinching of the elastic on my face with every wrap on done. WOW, I am very relieved I was able to escape my own face bondage. Now I am super intrigued at my bondage marks all over my face. What an amazing piece of ephemeral art that will never happen again in this exact form. These marks actually took hours to diminish. AND yes, I'd do this again, maybe with supervision, maybe not;)