Night Sketching
I had my sketchpad out. There had been no plan to work but I enjoyed the lines of her body. She was large but seemed indifferent to any possible judgement to be made by the other party goers.
Before stripping out of her clothes, she put some lipstick on. Somewhere she had found a candy apple red swimming cap which she also donned.
Occasionally as someone drifted through the room, they would stop and watch for a few moments as she struck a new pose. When the voyeur was about to leave, she batted her eyelashes and puffed out her cheeks in a kewpie doll kiss.
One of my favorites was when she made a fist, pulling her elbow back past her hip while making her other arm extend out past her head like an Olympian shot-putter whose task had just been completed. There was also a series of flamenco steps, my pencil her partner.
"Against the glass
2" watercolor & paper 7x10
The flesh of her cheeks and areolas became flushed, echoing the color of her rubber cap. Going into a semi-squat, palms resting on her thighs, she let a stream trickle out with a soft giggle.
Heinrich had come in to see if I needed anything. He pushed his glasses back up his nose with his index finger.
“Yes, yes, very amusing. Now I later must clean up piss for the sake of art.”
There had only been a few pages left in my pocket pad, now also used, but the night remained young.
finis
- Wayne H.W Wolfson 2018
Visual Works of Wayne Wolfson
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