Michelle is an aspiring tattoo artist at Eridanos in Central Square. Her creations are frightening to say the least; a goat head with five spinning legs, the grim reaper come to collect his due. She talks about applying her aestheticism to human skin. So many details would mean a world of pain for some ambitious tattoo bearer. Turning your skin into a piece of artwork is the ultimate form of devotion. But for the artist, this obsession goes deeper than sick designs and rad marks. Making art requires a great deal of introspection. You have to hand it someone that spends their time drafting elaborate scenes from a world that exists primarily in their imagination. It’s a way of rejecting the world around you, choosing instead to create a world of your own. That’s where you’ll find Michelle Dugan, sketching her place at the Devil’s side.
She’s included one self-portrait in a bundle of images. It’s not a happy expression that greets you, but one of malice and caution, Lisbeth-Salander-style. Striped white lines illuminate her face against a drizzling black background. Without them, she would be invisible. She emerges
The Ascent - Etching, 2014