Thursday, May 4, 2017



I know he’s waiting.
Waiting to devour
the innocent delicate
young thing.

I refuse to sketch
what is missing
to complete,
to satisfy,
this creepy sketch.

One of those poses a model provided with a chance the next pose just might fit. Of course it didn’t happen. I have been holding on to this sketch, taking it to other life drawing sessions, thinking a model will provide a pose that fits. Of course I forget the sketch is in my bag, and it never happens. I think the sketch is sort of scary anyway. I’m not sure I want to place any of the models I’ve been sketching lately, in his creepy arms.

16”x 12” ink

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