Regardless
of earning my keep as a painter and sculptor of the human form, I have a poor
memory for faces.
Years ago,
unknowingly, I stood next to one of my models in a queue at the Post Office. We
had worked together for three months but it wasn’t until she gave me an
introductory tap on the shoulder that I recollected who she was.
I am always searching for my next inspirational model; an elusive task. But last week, while waiting to
cash at the supermarket, I was sure that I’d found her. When my turn came
to check-out I gave the smiling cashier my card and told her to contact me if ever
she should considered modelling.
Her answer:
But Roger, I've already modeled for you!
Now I remember!
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