Tuesday, December 21, 2010
04/04/2005 - Battle of the Trees
04/14/2005 - B____ L____
This is the first drawing I did of Becca L___.Becca has earth mother energy. She is handsome, not beautiful, but is exquisitely formed. She is sculpted, and so has a raw energy.
It is an lethargic, and unfocused energy. Her little dog seems to be the focus of her animation, and attention.
We talked about her interest in fashion and textiles.
Her little mutt weighs barely a pound. She’s tied him to my wicker chair, and he whines incessantly during our session. During the breaks she goes to him and picks him up and brings him over for me to snuggle as well. There is something alarmingly sexy about Becca. I’m visited by restive dreams of sex once she’s gone – I wonder if we'll meet on a transcendental plane, I pay her fee, she dresses.
Then we smoke and play with her doggie and talk about art.
04/14/2005 - Her Little Dog
Becca L____ arrives with her little dog, and a kit filled with period lingerie.
Most of the modeling she does professionally involves wearing all sorts of old fashioned bras and girdles and so forth.
I'm not into fetish.
I show her the work and tell her that would be interesting at some point in the future, but today I’d like to do a direct drawing. I had anticipated her being inhibited – not at all – she sits on my bed and strips naked.
I lie her down on the bed of white paper. The brush visits every nook of her body. After four exchanges of small talk it is clear to me that Becca is another victim of manic depression, like so many of my models, like so many women. She has big bones, ample hips. She loves it when I go around her and giggles incessantly when the brush touches her ears and fingers.
This is the second drawing, done during my first session with Becca. She brought her little dog, and we had a good time smoking afterwards.
06/23/2005 - Back at it
Becca and I are back at it.
. . . a short evening of work.
. . .. . she rode away on her bicycle.
06/13/2005 - Old Magic
Becca came to the new place.
It was hard to feel the old magic . . .
Nevertheless, we played with her little dog
. . . and talked a lot and made this piece,
. . . which is very matronly and straightforward.
03/27/2007 - M___ C___
Two days ago M___ C___ came and worked . . . cute face . . . athlete’s body . . . we bumped into each other at a club where D___ K___ (P___ K___'s sister) was doing a performance. More than two years since our initial contact by email . . . she lives nearby . . . lovely spirit . . . happy / funny . . . did an I Ching reading for her . . . a very receptive young woman. Talented video artist. Has promised to come and hang out.
It turns out she is good friends with P___ K___ (also known as A___ S___). M____ is openly gay, vivacious and a pleasure to be with. I look forward to working with her again.
10/6/2005 - C___ B___
C______ on one of our fall evenings. She comes over speaking slowly having ridden her bike. Her plastic nudity immediately finds her nearly asleep on my bed of paper. When she strips she drops her clothes near the drawing. C______ never wasted any movements. This one has a crazy light, but I like it.
Santa Tantra
Dress back up as Mrs. Claus,
We'll perform a Vedic mantra,
Get back into your rabbit clothes,
To celebrate your ovic tantra.
Then remove your bunny fur,
I'll chant to your vulvic ovula,
I wasn't high, when I suggested pie,
to celebrate the Delphic oracle.
I must see when
I must see
When I gripped an urchin's impression
Amuse them Father, to Peace up.
Ride a simple toy.
Take our string,
They invest in a God.
How a brother chose age as sin, all good pain.
A greater psychic Delphic husband's around her,
Oh we've wrecked this emotional sex.
Discover'd, shared about our sleep.
Or why must it then be manipulated?
A street's electric instrument passion.
Like we cared about cunning trouble.
Friday's here.
Blue sculptures,
Read as a song of anguish.
As you and me
As you and I together live:
Let's walk, it's better.
She'd look to fly again.
If I can free her, doom obsessed,
a happy sense stops me.
Glorious sex is out.
Character diversity, the feel of memory,
a red sweet showed only she could fill.
Sculpt and scale, the choice.
One day behind my passive body,
patience, your subject hides her childhood.
She knows ugly society, as a water-earth white infant.
A sharp find.
Please, Muse, I see. Laugh if you can,
your sweet problems best make life in strokes.
Her wasted part is glass deep, or thin.
Walk, darken her home here,
a crazy romance acts to share, capture,
and use a full opportunity.
Her instrument is sleep, if strength is cunning,
before some time, confront her anger, with no guilt.
Compose in passion,
a fiery surreal companion will always lust for your
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