There is now an explosion of make-up and disguise artistry as a vibrant new economic sub sector. Suddenly, the strange things that have sneaked in on us have acquired their own language and assumed new names. Transgender, cross dressing, LGBTQ are the names of a strange animal in town. These are the fancy names for an open sex regime in which even toddlers are playing what has become a national game. Sometimes it takes place in full public glare or via viral social media posts in full digital colour. To compound the confusing picture, we have entered an age in which things are no longer what they seem.
A make-up epidemic has come to muddle the divide between appearance and reality, between beauty and ugliness and between modern and ancient.
Ancient and Modern used to be a catch phrase to capture the divide of time.
The divide has been breached and rudely bridged by a new art form whose canvass is the human face. Welcome to the age of illusion, the season of masks. Everything looks like its opposite and everything is nothing in the final analysis.įor a long time, hardly anyone in authority seemed to care about the societal moral implications of the new epidemic of gender and sex code violations.
