February 2, 2010
Every year they were together, my father had a portrait painted of my mother. Each of these portraits was done in a different style, using different artists. Some of the artists had her wear costumes, some had her close her eyes or turn her head away. She agreed to this each year because my father [...]
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November 24, 2009
I sketched my first nude in third grade. Ours was a progressive school. Especially for Idaho. When the model dropped her robe, some of the girls started laughing. Me and the other boys went straight to work drawing the lines of her thighs with our charcoal. Most of my focus, even then, was on her [...]
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