This is my studio for exploring my work. Consider these drafts.

I wonder who the photos are for

I wonder who the photos are for. Not me. None of it is for me. Am I a thief? It’s difficult to deny it. Shamelessly, my eyes demand to examine the way her breasts are held fast. One more time.

Then I think, maybe she uses peppermint shampoo and her curls smell like a stick of gum. Peppermint curls.