Post 1954. Monday April 16
My Friend Rosey has regularly featured on my blog since I set it up twelve years ago. To read all about her in 200 or so words, click HERE
Rosey dragged me along to an art gallery. “You need a bit of culture,” she said.
She didn’t, however, anticipate viewing painting after painting of Rubenesque ladies with their kit off! She tutted and said it was unfair all the nude paintings depicted women. I jokingly pointed to a sign on the wall that said ‘Men’. She smiled and strutted off in the direction of the arrow.
“ Rosey” I called out, “stop….” But it was too late. Seconds later she found herself standing before the door to the gentlemen’s toilets!
On her way back she spotted some tutorial books. One was about painting nudes! ‘Time to make a stand for women’ she thought. She purchased it.
I called round to hers last Sunday. She answered the door wearing a paint-splattered linen jacket, gripping an artist’s brush between her teeth and clutching a dripping paint-daubed palette.
“Come in” she spitted. I wiped the splatters of duck egg blue from my cheeks and followed her.
Just inside her kitchen stood an easel supporting a large canvas on which were the beginnings of a painting of a nude Adonis. It was blocking the view, so I gingerly peered around it, nervous of what I might see.
And there was her model, reposing on the work surface. A little Action Man doll, as naked as the day he popped out of his mould.
“Are you busy this afternoon by any chance?” she asked.
Tomorrow, O is for Overheard
On this day last year, we went on patrol with the Amble Bay Neighbourhood Watch. To come along again click HERE – don’t forget to bring a torch!