kiss

A recent sketch. I really liked the way the girl turned out. So lost in the moment

 

9-26-08

added because the feeling of the dream was much the same as the feeling of this sketch

 

I dreamt of a man last night. One who is not my husband. He was driving me and my boys in a little white amusement park type shuttle. He drove talking to us from the front seat. There were two girls on the row of seats behind, and an empty row behind them. The girls were chattering and giggling. We stopped to get out and they noticed they had lost their baby but were only slightly frustrated.

We were at the edge of a vast city park and the boys ran out to play. I had noticed the man driving had a what appeared to be a bright red rash or burns on his arms, worst on his hands. I leaned forward against his back and ran my hand delicately over one of his arms. I asked what happened and if it hurt, but I don’t remember his reply.

We slipped out of the cart continuing to talk, then he sat down with his notepad, pencils and kneaded eraser and began to sketch.

Then I noticed the beauty of the park. The grass was shades of fiery orange that matched the colors of the sweetgum trees that blocked the view of the city around the sides of the park. A breathtaking sight so I pulled out my camera as he sketched and I photographed the park, its small steep valley, the trees. For the last picture I pointed the camera at him. I sat near him to enjoy watching his intensity as he worked. Waiting for the time to talk again, hoping for a kiss.

 

Done