Oil on Canvas Board
Okay, lots of my love life coming up here. Frankly, I confess to enjoying this.
A painting of fantastic Swede NY city detective and me. Seems we were always tearing each other’s clothes off. I did this painting/sketch with about the same speed.
I’ll never forget his fabulous shoulders, but I’ll be damned if I can remember his name.
Cops, detectives, agents…all great lovers and lousy dates. They never show up on time, you can never get them on the phone, you have to feed them – they’ve never eaten a meal always hungry and don’t have the time for restaurants; they have a thousand women in every port, rarely stay for breakfast, sometimes show up with flowers, and they lie a lot. But there is some magic in watching a man get undressed, shirt, pants…and guns…that is just way cool. There’s an odd aloofness in these men that comes from doing dangerous work that can hurt, if it weren’t all so fascinating. A breed apart.