I have a tigress inside of me, wild and hungry,
Who’s always waiting for me,
and so I with total endurance,
I hate her and so she does of I; She wants to kill me,
But I hope we can become friends,
With time, As time goes by.


«no one would paint history who could do a portrait»

Nude Art

Our bodies, apart from their brilliant role as drawing exercises, are the temples of our being.