Three songs and a hirsute man

The man, his music, the dope and the panel van became familiar territory in the succeeding months we spent in each others company. We made no pretence of love, but our non-monogamous relationship was, in the first instance, an anodyne to my sadness and eroded confidence.

Sting

I’ve missed a couple of #SoSS posts, and I’ve missed giving feedback to my fellow bloggers who post to my reader or to the meme’s I follow. This was due to a range of factors but I’ve felt bad that I’m not contributing. As someone who has been dealt a few stinging blows to my self esteem and confidence this fortnight “Sting” seems like an appropriate word to hang my post on.

ArtTwist#6 – Jean-Leon Gerome

Jean-Léon Gérôme was a French born artist, whose better known works demonstrate an ongoing fascination with painting and sculpting Oriental and romanticised Ancient History scenes. Gérôme’s interest in Oriental painting stemmed from an initial visit to Egypt in 1856, and continued throughout his career. In particular the artist had a fascination with the life of the women of the Harem.

ArtTwist#5 Roundup

Thanks to Julie of @MPBjulie for the ArtTwist#5 prompt by Fragonard – The Swing. Cammies @cammiesonthefloor and Molly from @Mollysdailykiss both contributed fabulous works which interpreted the concept in unique and engaging ways. It was also Molly’s first time playing ArtTwist and I was delighted to see her taking part given how many other things she has going.
I was happy with the studio shots not the least because I could drop my knickers to half mast without worrying about entertaining the neighbourhood…

What money can’t buy

I sat there in my bright red lipstick, my hair in a tight high plait, wearing my indigo “make an effort” clothing, and wondered what the gentle man who served me thought. The eggplant biryani was excellent, the music atmospheric and I had the odd sensation of being in a film…
The re-emergence of my creativity is worth more to me than a million dollars, and that is incredibly magical and sexy.

Turning the tide

Its not erotica, but I believe it is erotic, simply because I think I’ve captured something of the essence of the man (and my joy in being around him). I wanted to share it with you (with, of course, his permission). I haven’t been so inspired to draw in a long time, and although my feelings for him were clearly a catalyst, they have cleared a pathway back to my earlier love of drawing. So expect more, maybe on the blog, maybe on Instagram, Tumblr or Twitter.