The pale canvas, proped
Against the wall
The model poses, turning
Twisting
The light catches, a shadow
A nude woman, breasts
Pushed out
Her elegant form, curvy
Not thin
The brush takes over
Creating on it's own
Bringing a frail, piece
Of art to life
The colors on the pallet
Swirl together
Using imagery, the sillouette
Of nipples, peaks
Beneath a brush
Beneath a stroke
Tender
Skin pale in light,
Dark in contrast
The painting almost compleate
A swirl of black curls
A touch of pink.
A masterpeice finished
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