This maddening affect she has…
It has been several weeks and I
find myself becoming more and more immersed in her with every brush
stroke. I draw another canvas and her eyes capture my attention they
will not let go…
It has been several weeks since our time in the
studio and I can somehow feel her presence, I don’t know what it is but
my mind spins with thoughts, the brush strokes in an instant are
complete and another night has gone.
It has been several weeks
and her name was Ginger, she waltzed into my studio like a breath of
fresh air and has spurred a creative moment in the history of one
painter like the storm of the century… her eyes glance back from a pale
white canvas and hold an eternity in them…
Her name was Ginger
and the thoughts rushing through my mind while painting her one night
like a crazed man …hell who knows maybe I am, maybe this is just one of
those wild dreams that you never wake from… painting like a crazed man
wanting to know the meaning of her name, Ginger, a spice to be sure, a
spice that was so intense that at one time it was considered a drug and
regulated… the old days but every name had a meaning!
Ginger what was yours?
This
“world link”, used to be called the Internet, now something altogether
new, everybody with a video camera pointing at them at every computer…
hell not me! I despised them! Privacy, to be alone with my clients in my
studio is what they paid a premium for… but Ginger, she waltzed in
unannounced asking for a time to be photographed, the obsession started
the day after, but her name meant something… the world link gave me the
following information:
1 thesaurus results for: Ginger
Roget’s II: The New Thesaurus
Main Entry: spirit
Part of Speech: noun
Definition: A lively, emphatic, eager quality or manner.
Synonyms:
animation, bounce, brio, dash, élan, esprit, life, liveliness,
pertness, sparkle, verve, vigor, vim, vivaciousness, vivacity, zip
It described her to a “T”!
Her
name was Ginger and my studio still smells like her, the obsession
began the day after our shoot. I have never seen her during the day and
she contacted me only once since to ask about another shoot “if you
don’t mind I would prefer a late evening shoot” she said. Stumbling on
my words my reply was “I am here to serve you and will arrange my studio
for whatever time you need”
Her name was Ginger and when the
phone went dead after the conversation was complete, my head started to
rush, the thoughts, her eyes, the smell of her wafting through my studio
and she had been gone for several weeks. I never knew a mans heart
could pound that hard without exploding. Several weeks seemed like an
eternity but a night painting her eyes…another night spent staring into
her eyes, studying her lips, another long night that will be over in a
split second of this eternal obsession…
Her name was Ginger…
