“Why do you enjoy sketching more than other parts of making your art?”
Maria asked me, still lying in the same position I left her in a few moments ago. Her naked glistering bronze skin shining under the dim moon light coming from a half-opened window curtain. How I loved the way she was comfortable being totally uncovered around me.
"Well, I enjoy the plain naked drawings that have no edits and beautifiers. Painting and colors add beauty to any painting, making it not as realistic as it is, like, coloring the body of a nude drawing of a woman. It covers the real curves and skin of the drawing."
The pencil in my hand moved smoothly over the sketch paper as I carefully simulated each curve of her flawless skin, drawing the gorgeous girl in that position. She was a masterpiece by herself. Just watching her like that, sitting on the wooden floor with one knee bent up and a cigarette in her hand. The huffed-out smoke slowly fading out and her long brow dreaded hair no longer tied up in her usual bun but falling down on her sides, slightly touching the floor.
Her grayish cat-like eyes drifted from the cigarette held between her middle and index finger to me, locking with mine for a brief moment. She spoke, "Really? But, isn't the reality that it is in color?"
"Reality is no true color. If I colored the skin of a woman in any skin tone color, it would no longer show the details of the line curves or the body curves of the drawn figure. I enjoy seeing things naked, with no beauty edits or filters. That's how I see paintings and naked pencil sketches."
I explained in simple words. The way I spoke about my points in very simple manner and shortened sentences made it easier for Maria to understand, especially that she wasn't very into drawing, but more into music.
Maria had always thought that the simplest words do touch the deepest parts of her mind and soul, leaving fingerprints all over it. Fingerprints of the nicest colors, to let the beauty envelope her soul and I used to my advantage, to make her fall into me more and I'd meet her with welcoming open arms.
My girlfriend looked at me with her smiling eyes before she whispered a few soft words, expressing every feeling inside her for me.
"You're beautiful, Toma."
***After getting divorced from his wife, he becomes addicted to drugs, and surprisingly to a girl.
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