Don't know what to call it
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Inverted
Where the night touches day,
where the outside touches in,
There,
in between the lines.
A no means a yes, a yes means a no,
They just can’t be said out loud.
Fluttering butterflies
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Words
I clinch my lips,
I tie my thoughts,
all to no avail.
Inside they still roam free,
unbound, unguarded, and unsaid.
Distorted
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Broken lines
6 down.. 10 to go
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Silence
Silence is such torment,
ravaged,
by the depths of longing.
Boobman
He was hard to sketch. He had a wicked sexy face, but his body had feminine qualities, so it was hard to make him look masculine. I tried….
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The Sculptor
Some drawings from previous classes. This was a fantastic day. The
model failed to show up. We waited about a half hour. Nothing.
Then, the organizer, got one of the artists in the building to do some
modeling. He was a sculptor, and he knew how to pose. I’ve been having
a lot of trouble capturing some form of “gesture”. But… when he started
to pose, it was like magic. Suddenly my pencil took control over me,
and started to do things I didn’t know I could do. The “gestures”, the
dynamic poses, it all made sense now.
Here are a couple of the sketches:
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