There I was, lost in that strange country, trying to run from the nightmare of the loss of my mother and all the bills to pay.Back in France I had no inspiration, no money, no love... And here, in India, I started beeing protected by a monk, living in his palace, using all hisfortune and slaves; I was having the time of my life, he appreciated my work.
On one of those amazing nights I noticed one of the odaliscs was staring at me and the night after that and the next...
The next day I decided to call her and ask her name. “I don’t have a name” she said “I’m a slave”. Her eyes captured my attention from the first moment, and after this time I was still amazed by them. “I will call you Akino”, I said, she smiled at me and kissed me. We went to my room and she said: “ paint me” and started taking her clothes off. I felt more inspired than ever. She was laying on my bed looking at me over her shoulder.
I started painting her, all that green background and her skin tone...Perfect!
A few hours later it was done, I felt that that was my masterpiece, she looked at the painting and without saying a word left the room, that was the last time I saw her.
Written by Mariana Almeida
1 comment:
I can see u were quite inspired :)
I really liked the idea * we have to find some time to post some more texts while we're at the faculty,
c u.
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