OF BREASTS, WHALES AND LOVE

The Flower
20" x 30"
acrylic on canvas

“Yeah, I think I do know how breasts would feel like,” I remembered adamantly telling Sheila during an early evening dinner we had with some friends and Fiona – a buxom young creature who’s a delight for a every horny male. “I just simply haven’t touched a woman’s breasts, aside from my mother’s of course. My brothers and I, we were all breast fed.”

“You haven’t?” she exclaimed. “But you’ve drawn women in their birthday suits and not once have you touched them?”

“Come on, I DRAW them. I don’t touch them. That sounds so… maniacal,” I said in my defense.

“Aw come on Dan. That’s so sad,” Fiona told me in mock pity. “Come here. You can touch mine,” and she drew closer to me with her ample chest. “Mine too. Here,” as Sheila also drew closer.

“Uhm, I think I need to go to the bathroom,” I smiled and stood up to flee from their embarrassingly tight squeeze.

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“It’s true. I guess I have been fixed so much lately with drawing and painting breasts that I am starting to think I am regressing into some horny teenager,” I told Alex while gulping from another bottle of ice beer he took from his icebox. “Incidentally, if you know of a young perky woman who has a big round torso, wide hips, big legs… you know plump, without being obese. I would need one,” I told him.

“Why?” he asked as he took a big bite from the barbecued chicken we bought at Mang Boy’s stand near the gate of West Pasay High School. I have to remind myself to get another one before I head home.

“I’m going to do a painting of Adam and Eve soon and I need to find someone to pose for Eve,” I told him.

“Will she be posing naked?” he asked, and I saw a naughty glint in his eyes.

“Of course, I doubt if ever there’s been a clothed Eve,” I told him.

“Hmmm… that’d be a bit hard. I don’t know of a woman as big as the ones you draw,” he thought out loud. “I know. Why not ask Mang Boy to pose nude for you. You just add on the breasts and not paint his penis,” he suggested.

“Uhm, I am painting Eve… not a hairy whale,” I replied as I took a bite at the barbecued chicken breast.

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“This is one of the two paintings I’m going to send for that group show in Bacolod. What do you think?” I told Marga while she was taking pictures of the two paintings.

“Cool,” she said. “I love here breasts. What’s it about? Will it be within the theme about love for the Moravia show?” she asked.

“Well it should. It’s about a woman who just can’t keep her “wildness” to herself. She has to take out her sensuality, hence the flower, for every man that passes by,” I told her.

“Ahh, very erotic,” she said.

“Exactly,” I said.

“So, where’s the “love” thing there?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing. She’s just a woman who screws around,” I told her.

“Cool.”