For ten days my “Nude Seated in a Cane Chair” has been out
on the streets a begging. For a good
cause she was prepared to sell herself for a song. But alas, she now hangs in Dominica’s equivalent of the Salon
des Refusés
Perhaps she would have found a client had her
breasts not suckled five children.
Perhaps she would have been more sexually alluring if I had shown her
temptingly veiled. Perhaps I should have
kept her indoors and put the chair out alone.
Perhaps I’ll never learn!
Today’s sketch was made forty years ago. Perhaps it comes nearer to convention's dull restraints.
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