Unlike my life drawing/painting pieces which are drawn from life, this set was done from photographs taken in the studio...
The line of your back
separating you
falls away into paler regions
then surges
to the smooth hemispheres
of an apple
- Pablo Neruda
her spine is a boat in the sea
her buttocks the round hills ashore
her hair is the bouquet of flowers
her legs are paths
and rivers
her silence is the loveliness of the night
-- Ric S. Bastasa
Your body - from what substances
agate, quartz, ears of wheat,
did it flow, was it gathered,
rising like bread
in the warmth,
and signalling hills
silvered,
valleys of a single petal, sweetnesses
of velvet depth,
until the pure, fine, form of woman
thickened
and rested there
- Pablo Neruda
With chaste heart, and pure
eyes
I celebrate you, my beauty,
restraining my blood
so that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed yourself in my verse,
as in woodland, or wave-spume:
earth's perfume,
sea's music.
- Pablo Neruda
you swept the ashes of winter
lit red and nude
drawn naked with smoke
and coal
still glowing
in the shadow of paper flowers
pressed to walls of plaster
and stone
--Pablo Picasso
charcoal, 18" x 24"
She lay all naked in her bed,
And I myself lay by;
No veil but curtains about her spread,
No covering but I:
Her head upon her shoulders seeks
To hang in careless wise,
And full of blushes was her cheeks,
And of wishes were her eyes.
-Anonymous
charocal, 18" x 24"
In nude you look blue like the Cuban night
with stars and vines in your hair,
in nude you are whole and yellow
like summer in a church of gold.
- Pablo Neruda
It is not so much light that falls
over the world
extended by your body
its suffocating snow,
as brightness, pouring itself out of you,
as if you were
burning inside.
Under your skin the moon is alive.
- Pablo Neruda
Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.
- Lawrence Ferlinghetti