“I’m not happy with this one. I’ll have to do it again.”
“You wanted to paint me‽ I thought you just wanted to see me naked!”
“Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat” – or at least the makings for one.
It’s not only the eyes in the paintings that are following her around the room.
I’m not sure I’ve captured you, my dear. You’re a really piquant pixie, but I haven’t enough pixels!
I think you’ll do nicely, Penelope. There’s a lot of veiled promise there!
“Picture this, young lady. You’ll never pose again in this town if you give me the brush-off!”
“Pardon my fixated stare Miss Chickadee. The blood seems to be draining from my brain again. I may need to double the amount of saltpeter in my diet if I ever hope to finish this thing, and my doctor says I’m already taking enough of the stuff to stop a bull moose in rut.”
What do mean, you have to pee again? You just did 3 hours ago!
Now, this is a new definition of Freudian Slip.
I seem to have lost some of my paint, have you seen my tube of pink?
“Yes,I promise I won’t put this on Facebook. “
“The painting is framed and sold. Why are you still posing?”
Hey Dad…..Quit staring at my model…..I’m the artist here!
It was much cheaper to get a painting of you on an outdoor adventure than to actually go on one, and your friends would never know the difference once you put it up on your wall.
Really, what was Spielter thinking here?
Are the paintings on the wall paintings of real paintings?
“Thanks for letting me be like this for a while. I love being nude. Wish I could do it all day. But, I have to get dressed and go home to my frumpy old mom and sisters. See you tomorrow. Can we try one over there on the bed tomorrow? Tee-hee.” ~ Every Old Painter’s Imagination Throughout History
He can’t be that interested – she has to grab her own breast.
You’re not going to post that on paintbook are you?
Dammit! Move that hand! Must you be so modest?
And to think this rustic scene/ is destined to languish, unseen/ and remain undetected/ for it’s been rejected/ by his clients at L.L.Bean..
" I’m not really an artist … but … I stayed at a Holiday Inn last night! "
“Does my butt really look that big?”
I’m a painter, not a cartoonist!
Nudity, naugahyde, and four hours spent under hot lamps… what could go wrong?
“Yes, yes, I added a leg in front. Now get dressed and hop on out of here.”
This one is finished and I’m calling it Avant. We need to try several poses and positions for the next one in this series I’m calling Après.
In the Artist’s Studio:
(best viewed with Google Chrome, with Google Translate added to chrome://extensions, which can automatically translate most pages as necessary) has info and links that point to info about this painting.
both have info, or links that point to more info, about this artist (again, the last can be read in full for free on Fridays), perhaps in addition to than what’s perhaps indirectly pointed to by the title URL:
and links it points to (again, Chrome can automatically translate as necessary). This is the first work by him used here.
Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2290 (September 19, 2019) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.
I took off my clothes, I shaved half my hair off – all I ask is that you don’t hang the painting on the wall with the rest of them.
“Hopefully they will hang this painting since they won’t be able to find me.”
poor Gracey was homeless so she posed nude to get a nap on the fancy chez lounge and a few bucks( money that is)
He’s been hard at work for the whole week.
sexting in the old days…
“Now that you mention it, I do see the resemblance.”
“Can you lean back a little more? Because as you can see in the painting…..”
AH, the good ole days. Now it’s click and goodbye