A very rare figurative, begun after a cyber-date from Australia urged me to send more than just the head-shot in my profile pic.
With a bright spring Montreal sun bouncing off the brick building facing my own 500 sq. ft apartment, I got languid. Snapped a few pics, and rather liked the Henry Moore-ish masses of my recumbent self. Those are linen pants, by the way.
Began the painting. Ended the relationship when he started to go a tad sociopathic on me. Manipulative. Deceitful. Hateful.
Here's to having busted a move, changed countries, and re-discovered a few promising shards from the past.