Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Saturday, July 11, 2009


You are stuck in the studio working. Thinking should you make a fresh pot of coffee although you know it will keep you awake longer than you wish. The studio is warm and you take off your jacket hoping that a new model won't mind meeting you in the old T shirt. You are not too concerned what she will think anyway. You are Picasso for God's sake. You just want to finish this session and go home and enjoy the night.
She comes in, her hair is soaking wet, same as the black raincoat. You can sense she is nervous. Her first time. That is always special. You always feel responsible for making the model comfortable. Suddenly it is not hard for you to find the energy to talk, to create something beautiful. You take her raincoat, give her a warm hug and kiss her hand.
Only three strokes to finish the masterpiece and the rest of the night to enjoy the model.


Sofia said...


have a nice weekend

zoe said...


Vesna said...

Thank you:)

Sylvia said...

So nicely written... I loved it!