You are in your quiet studio with windows to the sky and it is getting darker and darker even though midmorning. You are painting a very large nude from a smaller study, with big fat brushstrokes of yellow-green and muddy pink. And you are thinking how beautiful the model was/is, how innocent and sexual at the same time, when the sky opens up and huge raindrops begin hurling down. (Last night you were caught in such a storm and even with an umbrella your jeans were soaked to mid-thigh in under a minute). You have anticipated this moment and it is perfect to be alone.
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