Something Remembered

I remember the way we used to kiss..
and how you parted my lips with your plundering tongue..
devouring each token of resistance...

Do you remember their soft, yeilding sweetness...
my eyes drinking from yours...
searching your face for...something indefinable...
something understood...that promised love... and meaning more than just that moment...

I remember that time, when kisses were connected to the heart...
each one a declaration of sweet love... and sweet addiction...
but now, for love of you my heart sickens, and my eyes grow dull from visions of your face..

No other kisses have tasted these bereft lips..the print of yours is still apon them..
time has not erased that sweet sensation....
now every beat of heart counts out the time since you have gone...
and I ask myself...am I at all for you...something remembered ?

Study 2

I painted this piece, based on a previous work, because the shape calls me back each time.

The female is naked and vulnerable and curled into an almost fetal position, almost protectively, is she fearful of being hurt or merely sleeping ? I will let the viewer decide.

Together

Soft skin - Salty taste

Hands on shoulders - Hands on waist

Heaving bosom - Hairy chest

Hard thighs - Soft caress

Breathing rapid - Bodies locked

Deep surrender - World blocked

Ancient rhythm - Modern time

My heart's yours - Your heart's mine

New Love

I look apon your sweet face ... my heart leaps.... all I can think is that I want to kiss you...

Long, deep kisses..soft as feathers at first..my lips slowly seeking your mouth....exploring the taste of you...

I hold your beautiful face and kiss your closed eyes...your cheeks...your nose...your brow....a joyful tender quest to make you mine.....

Place your lips over mine......their taste to me is of the sweetest honey and clearest wine....

and in response... mine, deepen the pleasure...parting your lips...our tongues entwine...questioning at first ....they gently stroke one another.....my heart leaps.... lost in this moment of desire...

For a brief spell I possess you and my heart sings.........

Dark Beauty

Young and Beautiful

I wanted to paint something that to me depicts being a woman....

I did not feel it necessary to include the face or head, the torso for me conveyed the image of youthful beauty.

The blossom to the sides symbolic of beauty in bloom.

It was part of a small series I painted that also included a more mature figure perhaps after childbirth.

This painting is sold and is currently in Sweden.

I enjoyed making this piece.

The female is enticing and submissive, waiting........

her pose, slightly leaning forward creates a slimmer waist and enhances the roundness of her derriere

The Bather

Spiders.......Not friend but foe !!

The large Spider that has taken up residence in my garden shed is holding the lawnmower hostage....I am of the opinion that if 'IT' wants it so much it can keep it and I will purchase another mower and keep it in the kitchen !
I have sallied forth and made a few ( I must admit feeble and half hearted ) attempts to liberate the machine.....against the battalion of hairy legs I was no worthy opponent ! !

I tentatively ease open the shed door, the webs stretch until they snap!! then I cast about, my eyes darting frantically around...just as I am about to lay a trembling hand apon the mower out the spider comes, triumphant, almost swaggering.... I am sure that I can see it sneering at me..

I retreat with a wide yellow stripe down my back, shaking and shivering, heart thumping, beads of perspiration on my brow and nose, ringing in my ears..... cursing my multi limbed opponent.

This feeling is usually alleviated somewhat by a very large Scotch, but although fortified in body the spirit is too weak to have another try at liberation.

I almost handed the house over the other night to an excessively huge dark brown spider that I am sure, in my panic, had twice as many legs as the usual variety...my early warning system was activated...the creepy uncomfortable feeling I get when one of these creatures enters my comfort zone. I can almost feel when one is lurking, waiting to catch me unawares, lulled into a false sense of security, then it emerges, usually close by, spreading its multiple legs in all directions and rendering me useless at the first sighting.

I leapt and satisfied with the reaction it had provoked, the spider, which had been making it's way to the top of the radiator cover, dropped to the floor and disappeared !! I think I had gone 'blind' with panic as I missed the direction that it took.

So ensued a three hour vigil, from midnight and terminating at three in the morning as I could no longer sit in a state of cat-like readiness, waiting for it to emerge again.
I went with no easy mind to my bed, pushing down any horror stories that I have read that tell tales of spiders drinking from the corners of your eyes and mouth as you sleep. Trust me I would have made this one a cup of tea to itself !

The Cats ( two, Kissy and Toffee ) by the way are useless.....they just look at the spiders, mildly curious but not enough to take any active part in the scene.... one even sat while a huge brute walked casually over her tail one evening.

This spider has gone into hiding...and I am living in uneasy peace. I cannot relax nor let down my guard yet.

I have a large boot at hand as a weapon....if that fails there is the vacuum cleaner...don't go all bleeding hearts at me and berate me for an act of cruelty against them, I do not enter their webs and I do not want them entering my home...

If they leave me alone I will reciprocate !