Last week one of the regular models brought in her (small, bronze, waxed and chiseled) beau. Apparently they had been practising the poses in a not-so-giant mirror somewhere, as they didn't want to be caught fumbling around up there on the day. I laughed quietly at his
tangas. I also muttered 'Get a room' once. Not without reason I'm sure.
3 min pastels:
Still experimenting with the hard colour pastels on A2 colour paper.
30 min or so each:
This looks awkward. He kept moving his hand.
No likeness whatsoever.
Playing more with complementary colours here. I quite like where it's going.
Happy Sunday. I must work now, like a good heathen should.
