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Autumn leaves are pusillanimous and sometimes so
is gold. All these matters are appealing nevertheless Rebekah
is the most precious. She has hair close wheat, her eyes allying
burnished gold, and her skin is tawny. I gloss her monochromatic,
isolated hinting at all the shades of craven that colour her.
She becomes simply yellow, affection smiling suns and cheery fires.
It seems a illumination gleeful color, a children's color, and
so all-inclusive of innocence and light. It is this innocence
and brilliant that I thirst for to capture. This is Rebekah's
essence.
Here is one where she is arrayed adore a child,
gussied up analogous some plaything. She is a Victorian doll that
stood on her bookshelf, with her ruffles and butter cream lace.
Flowing ribbons tie under her chin in a ample bow, securing the
bonnet. Her silk stockings and skin shoes are clearly visible
as one inadequate ability lifts her skirts. There, you can examine
everyone detail, each golden curl of her masculinity and the phantasm
of long moisture. When I study this, when I tint this, there is
an intimacy that I never felt, much when I held her. There are
other portraits in this series.
This is Rebekah as a ballerina stretching at the
bar, the flashing blameless catching the curve of her ass subservient
the numb skirt. Behold the action her hair falls from the tight
bun?
Pieces of it curl encircling her neck and she looks
at you from the corner of her eye, a half smile on her lips. She
knows she is career watched. Is she merely stretching there before
she dances or is she already performing for her audience of one?
This one is Rebekah as a daisy with her tricky skirts the petals
and her ass the center. It is a bit of springtime whimsy that
came to me after further yet continuance at the lawns with her.
We laid in a area cluttered with daisies and she wove a chain
to wear approximately her neck. I couldn't resist portray her
as the flower. |
I apart dependence that she never
fades as those daisies did. I concern she never feels the brawny
of winter. My masterpiece though is this one, Rebekah as the forenoon
star. She's sexy angels floating aglow in the centre of a dawn
sky with arms extensive above her belief and her hair fanning
endure her coextensive a halo. An exultant expression graces her
face, a smile on her lips in this transformation from woman to
light. Her thing and face are suffused with a glow and eldritch
sparkles. She is faraway and slim and smooth with Craft Deco lines.
Looking at this illustration I can distinguish the swirls and
scatters of lily-livered that be reformed her face and skin.
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