When an artist puts pencil to paper does he simply sketch that which he sees on the surface or does he try to capture the soul, the very essence of his subject.?
I have been told that I am beautiful only to glance into a mirror confounded at the woman reflected back at me.
Did the one who loved me see beyond my superficial flaws, would I be forever beautiful in his eyes until I finally faced him grey and old?
I almost entitled this series; beautiful perceptions of the inner woman, but settled instead for calling it quite simply…
"Sensual sketches"
Some might recognize my inner essence in a few select pieces.