triptic nude poem

I drew these nudes at a life drawing group I attend with my mom on Wednesday nights. It’s a lovely group of people, and a great chance for me to work on my figure drawing skills in a room with other artists. Sometimes I feel a strong urge to add words to the drawings, from the mood in the room or something I see in the model’s face.

it was a kiss that I couldn’t forget, in the park in winter with people passing. I’m not sayin’ I won’t love another…it was impossible to think of anything else.

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