What About Him
He didn’t look like a model
except for being nude
while the rest pretended
to be invisible,
within clothes.
He really didn’t try hard,
didn’t do much more than sit
in the middle of the floor,
ignoring the rest
hiding behind sketch pads
wondering.
Was this some sort of dare,
maybe a bet made earlier
in the pub
upstairs?
A couple of sketches from last
week in a session I sometimes attend in the evening, in the basement of a pub.
16”x 12” ink
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