Warning explicit sexual language 18+
She had a dream a vision
Of a life a path
Sensual and creative
No boundaries or barriers
Beautiful one was with her
He was fucking a black haired raven
Don’t complain or be hurt
He would only cum in her and on her canvas
Somehow this satisfied her and she relaxed into her work
The painting began crying for her
It smeared the paint
dried in rivulets
shined like jewels catching the light
Do you do the paintings and drawings, too, Ms. Lane? They’re a really nice touch! 🙂
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Thank you Gentleman Dave, yes the paintings and sketches are mine. I only recently thought to include them with the stories.
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You’re very talented. 🙂
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Thank you so much for saying.
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Art can be a much needed form of catharsis when there’s none to be had elsewhere. Excellently put.
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I often wonder when looking at other people’s art , what was the artist trying to figure out or make sense of in their life. Or maybe it is just fun and nothing deeper than that. Thank you again Tony for your insights.
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It can be either, I think, or even sometimes both. A lot of the art on my Instagram account is sometimes just that… equal parts catharsis and fun. It’s also been personally a little confronting for me as I push myself to draw subject matter that I never would have dared to a few years ago, so I guess art can also be a transformative thing too.
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Growing pains no matter how old we are. Push the limits a little bit at a time until we are who we have imagined.
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That’s what I’m learning. (And I couldn’t have put it better!)
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