
Last night, we went to a movie called,
The Artist And The Model, about an aging artist living in a secluded
mountain village in southern France during the second world war. His
wife brings home a destitute young woman who lives with them and
becomes the sculptor's model. Lori and I sat arm in arm in the
theater, watching scenes unfold that were familiar to both of us.
Lori continues to model, with the
agreement that it be for groups only—no private sessions with men.
I draw as usual, and over the years have made thousands of figure
drawings. It is life.
1 comment:
She has beautiful eyes
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