i had a rather unfortunate beginning to my summer this year, and spent a good 2 weeks more or less quarantined at home with a case of the shingles. prior to this, all i knew about the shingles was that elderly people contract it and have a rough time. it turns out that it's a nasty recurrence of the chickenpox virus. the virus lays dormant in your spinal fluid and reawakens due to some factor--emotional distress, compromised imomune system, chemical trigger, or whatever. correlation is not causation, of course, but i succumbed to a pretty goddamn crazy amount of stress earlier on this year so my money's on emotional distress. anyway, i first thought it was just a bad spider bite, but it soon flared up into a searing stripe of blisters and a pretty ugly amount of pain. the interesting thing is that it generally only happens along one dermosome on one side of your body. (a dermosome is a "band" of skin that's innervated by the same spinal nerve.) in my case it was a band running from my spine around my rib cage to my sternum. the pain is weird because it's neuropathologiccal--it alternately feels like shivers of ice, searing heat, a nasty stabbing pain, a horrible itch. there's no relief from it unless you want to take heavy narcotics, and you don't want to touch it mostly because you don't want to risk spreading it. and you sure as hell do not want to get it in your face--you risk blindness or deafness from it.
it's not contagious in the sense that you can give someone else the shingles, but you can give someone the chickenpox if they've never had it. (and adult chickenpox is supposed to be kinda dangerous for some people). so i spent some time under a self-imposed quarantine. and i painted a bunch of studies to keep my head straight. at least some minimal forward progress was made.
after harley brownw

after ingres, but with some werid stylization by me.

fechinc

prud'hon

gil elvgren

james bama

gerome

gerome

odd nerdrum

ingres