Brooklyn-based artist Ariana Page Russell can scratch sailboats into her stomach all she wants. She’s got dermatographia, so when’s scrawling up some red from her hypersensitive capillaries, the pain’s about as real as her temporary tattoos of nipples. It’s no Marina Abramović’s gut star carving or Sigalit Landau’s barbed wire hula hoop, and it hurts less than it looks but still… it tingles. “Blouse,” Ariana Page Russell, Oct 21 – Nov 19, Magnan Metz Gallery, NYC