Her hoops could hold even the widest affections. They speak of an unbridled optimism. She straightens her stockings, tries on a demure look, brings the cup to her lips with just the right insouciance. I watch as she practices the dance of wantonness and indifference. An evening out, eyes that will grow bolder, hands that will become less shy, and a bed that she will not warm alone.
This is my studio for exploring my work. Consider these drafts.