How about we do yours, now? I asked, whilst smoking by her balcony after completing the first painting with such contentment.
Sure! Do you mind if I decide on the pose?
No, go ahead. The painting’s yours, anyway.
I always wanted to have myself curled up like the way I sleep, y’know. And just the view of my legs and…
Your ass, I finished the sentence, perhaps smiling a bit too much.
Yeah, but no face yeah, don’t think I want that.
Ok, not a problem at all.
Looking at the time left, I decided to avoid painting. I was greedy; I wanted more than just one damn painting off her. Pencil and charcoal would suffice so long as I pay enough attention on the shading.
So here you go S, the sketch which I will return to you when I return from Vietnam.
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- March 19, 2007 / 10:44 am
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