Licentious

By Paul D Robertson

 

oils, 66 x 26cms.

 

Available For Sale

 

 

          
     
     
Of course I was completely mad when I did this, though sober as it was in the morning and I was being TOUGH. I went out for beer with her and disasters ensued. She had a beautiful face. And dreadlocks. Why dreadlocks why?
           
               
   
 
               
  OK, slightly dodgy story with this piece. I did it from life when i was first studying art at tafe. The model was actually really pretty even if she did have a fat tummy and also dreadlocks. I am not a fan of dreaklocks. The whole idea of "I am not going to wash my hair for a year" is kind of 12thc personal hygiene for me.

However I believe I was very single during this phase of life and so I asked her out after I had painted her naked. Or maybe I wasn't. I wasn't very fussy about such things early in life and cheated on most of my girlfriends like the true bastard who hated himself that I was. Oops. Ah well.

I asked her out anyway. Um. So we were having a beer and was trying to deftly avoid staring at her chest. We were having an argument about hippies and religion if I remember correctly; not an unusual argument if you know me at all. She kept scratching her hair and it was then that I made a joke about nits and she said:

"Oh. I actually have got nits."

It was at that point that I reasoned that she may be a LITTLE TOO MUCH OF A HIPPY. The conversation hit a dead end and dried up like dreadlocks on the wind. I tried to recover but I had strewn it with things that directly contradicted everything she believed in as well.

So there was no sleeping with the model this time around. Once more. Oops. She left and I got drunk.

Again.

SO anyway I have never tried to sell this piece really, though I think I still have it. It is a little too naked for most people to buy, and I think the story that goes with it may put people off too, hah. I may have to stop saying that. Hm.