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It's amazing how much skin looks like dry mud. The cracks and creases covering the veins. They are individual little triangles, fitted together to mold my hands and body. I don't think I could ever paint the full detail of skin. Never the fine, numerous geometric shapes that form me - us. Nobody ever could.
Nor could anybody capture the smallest curve at the corner of a mouth, just barely giving away the tiniest hint of emotion. Every eyelash, shading the glassy sphere with multiple lenses and depths. The portraits I see are elementary mimics of real life. I don't think I ever will see something nearly as beautiful as the human body.
I love the body. I love drawing it, painting it, and touching it. Curves, lines, shapes, and textures are all individualistic and moving. The vision of the human body is something I would love to master in my lifetime. I would love to be able to just study the way it looks for hours on end and to see just how everything moves together and molds into this nearly perfect thing. I don't care whether it is fit, average, or skinny. I just want to see the shadows it casts upon itself and the way the light reflects off the oils in the skin.
In some respect, I sound like a nudist hippie. But I can't help my attraction.
Hands are one of the things I am drawn to the most. They fit the person they belong to. Hardworking, lazy, intelligent. Intelligent hands, I think, are long and slender. Smooth skin.
Next is the shoulders and back. The back is one of the largest expanses of skin on the entire body, ad underneath that there are muscles and bones and crevices that form a beautiful part of the body.
I really should get to sleep. I sound crazy.
Nor could anybody capture the smallest curve at the corner of a mouth, just barely giving away the tiniest hint of emotion. Every eyelash, shading the glassy sphere with multiple lenses and depths. The portraits I see are elementary mimics of real life. I don't think I ever will see something nearly as beautiful as the human body.
I love the body. I love drawing it, painting it, and touching it. Curves, lines, shapes, and textures are all individualistic and moving. The vision of the human body is something I would love to master in my lifetime. I would love to be able to just study the way it looks for hours on end and to see just how everything moves together and molds into this nearly perfect thing. I don't care whether it is fit, average, or skinny. I just want to see the shadows it casts upon itself and the way the light reflects off the oils in the skin.
In some respect, I sound like a nudist hippie. But I can't help my attraction.
Hands are one of the things I am drawn to the most. They fit the person they belong to. Hardworking, lazy, intelligent. Intelligent hands, I think, are long and slender. Smooth skin.
Next is the shoulders and back. The back is one of the largest expanses of skin on the entire body, ad underneath that there are muscles and bones and crevices that form a beautiful part of the body.
I really should get to sleep. I sound crazy.