She sits in the quiet way of a milky Sunday afternoon – her face still delicately clothed; her thoughts colourless and clear; and then the naked freedom of her body. She sits like a moment of rain that falls suddenly amidst sunshine. Everything softens around her (the red chair, the light, the brushes, your own loud thoughts). How can you (not) paint her?
Sunday 11 May 2008
Nude woman in red armchair
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