Welcome to Naked Brush

Unfiltered. Unfinished. Unapologetically me.

This blog has been sitting in my Notes app since the fall of 2023, right next to “todo: rest” & “Pumpkin Spice Coffee Creamer.”

And now we’re here.

Naked Brush isn’t about looking flawless. It’s about what’s underneath the powder, the prosthetics, the roles we play and the ones we’re still learning to own. It’s about the girl who uses eyeliner as armor. The artist who can build a creature from latex, and the baddies who beat faces while breaking generational curses.

This space, Naked Brush, is for the artists who cry in between takes, the girls who keep Duo glue in their purse, and put mascara on in the car.

I’m Angelica best known as Pinky, what started as a nickname for my decade of pink hair became something softer: a name that now holds love, femininity, all things sweet, and strong. I’m a licensed esthetician, makeup artist, and lover of all things art. I’ve done makeup in the back of moving cars, NY pizza shop restrooms, in trailers with no AC, and on sets where the script changed every five minutes and so did the call time. And still, I love this work.

Because makeup isn’t just about aesthetics.

It’s about transformation.

What to Expect Here:

Makeup Tips that don’t assume you own a $200 brush

SFX Breakdown for the girls, gays, and theys who love gore

OnSet Realness because nobody talks about how hard it is to powder a sweaty forehead mid chase scene

Learning to allow the makeup to look like a mirror instead of a mask

Product recs for melanated peeps who are tired of NC45 being the darkest option

Tiny rants and soft essays about being a beauty worker in a burnout culture

This is for the ones who paint pain into performance. Who’ve worked 16 hour shoots and still managed to take the lash glue off before bed. For anyone who has ever looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize themselves and took that as both a threat and a blessing.

I’m finally doing this. No more gatekeeping, no more perfect lighting, no more waiting for the “right time.” Just me, my brushes, and all the things I’ve been scared to say out loud until now.

This is not a place for perfection. It’s a place for real. For raw. For stories that sit on your chest and leave glitter behind when they go.

So if you’re into skin that breathes, makeup that tells the truth, and art that doesn’t apologize

welcome to Naked Brush.

Strip down. Stay soft. Stay strange.

Pinky