Stripped naked, I lounge on a blanket draped across my black leather couch. I’m languid, exposed, acutely aware of the artist’s gaze as he determines how best to present my flesh on paper.
Every now and then, a shiver runs through me from the cold.
Striving to remain statuesque and still, I watch from the corner of my eye as his hand whips charcoal across the page; one moment fluid, the next moment sharp. Determined.
His fingers smooth out the lines.
Diligently, he works to bring my hips and breasts and rotund belly to life. No intention of glossing me over; he depicts me just as I am ~ hefty, curvaceous, plump.
His honesty reverberates across the page. And I am beautifully transformed from flesh to sketch.
~ Enchanted Zaftig
Nathanael A. Lee ©2012