I lay on the earth and she whispered to me all the secrets of her exquisite beauty. Then she asked me to paint her portrait. After such a night of ecstasy, how could I refuse her request?
But now, in the cold light of morning, faced with a blank canvas and a palette of colours, I hold a trembling paintbrush in my inadequate hand and wonder, how can I keep my promise? How can I do her justice?
This is my commitment ~ to keep my promise