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One more year of High School and
it would be college after I graduated.
I had to save up for that
because my dad didn’t believe in higher learning.
During the summer I was busy
with photographs and portraits in my studio Dad let me set up in the garage.
I took photos of several of
the kids in school. Some of the girls were scarcely shy of being beautiful and
that hurt knowing they would be going out with guys I knew.
I had to placate myself with
the fact I was making a lot of money.
It was about a month before
school started again and a girl my age and her mother came in and wanted some
photos and a portrait of the girl painted.
They had heard I worked
cheaply so they came to me and wanted to know if I was available to help them?
I said, “Sure,” and set them
up with appointments.
I asked if I could sketch the
girl before they left and her mother said it would be alright but she had an
errand to do and she would be back in about thirty minutes.
After ten minutes I showed
the sketch to the girl and said I would use it to start her painting with.
Since her mother wasn’t back
I talked to her about where she came from and if she was going to enroll here
at the local high school. She said no she would attend a private academy but
they would be living here.
She asked me what there was
to do and if there was anything exciting happening.
I gave her a run down about
where most of the kids went and what they did leaving out the lovers’ lane
stuff for I didn’t think her mother would appreciate that.
She asked me why I was
staring at her so intently.
I told her, I wanted to
memorize your face much like an actor memorizes his lines.
After you leave I
want to be able to see in my mind everything about your face. How your face and
cheeks fade back into your ears and more importantly your eyes. You get the
idea I want to be able to sit down and draw you from memory.
Oh she said, “You were
freaking me out and I was about ready to leave.”
I said, “No, don’t do that,
your mother said she wanted a head shot down to the neck, is that right?”
“Yes that is what she said.”
“I would like to do you down
to the waist not quite as far down as the Mona Lisa but to your waist.”
She asked, “Why would you
want to do that?”
Do you wear a swim suit at the beach?
“Well I don’t want to
embarrass you but from what I can tell, you are perfect from an artist point of
You would be the perfect nude model. I’m not suggesting you do that I’m
just telling you something about yourself.
Do you ever go to the beach?”
“Yes quite often.”
“Do you wear a bikini?”
“Oh no, my mom would have a
“But you do wear a suit of
“Yes, you know something not
So you wear a bathing suit
and hundreds of people see you dressed in that garment.”
“Sure I feel there isn’t any
thing wrong with that.”
“Well I agree with you but
how would you feel about removing your blouse and let me continue your sketch
down to your waist. Remember being on the beach and all the strangers looking
She started to object but
quickly removed her blouse and said, “Hurry up for mother might slip in on us.”
I hurried but paid special
attention to the way her breast melded into her arm pits.
“You can put your blouse back
on and I’ll show you what I have done so far.”
When she saw the sketch she
began to blush and said, “You drew my breasts without my bra on.”
I said, “Yes, I have a vivid
imagination. When I paint you, you will be fully dressed I just wanted to see
the contours of your torso.”