Missing

Missing

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