Push a finger into the mass and take it out, it’ll heal itself. It can be coloured and manipulated but it’ll always go back to where it began; a whole. It does not resist easily. It is seamless, it is solid, it is fluid, it is enigmatic but it’ll go off as quickly as any other organic material. As, of course, we all will. So this is a tribute to the lovely women I am privileged to know.
Consider the beautiful nymph of Aristide Maillol (1930) splendidly curated at the Musee L’Annonciade silhouetted as she is against the Gulf of St Tropez. Long may she stand there, proudly framing her magnificent body on those stout legs.

Back to Maillol. The museum’s website says: ‘he imagined infinite variations around a smooth body … combining a rigorous conception of volumes within the body’s sensuality, mingling the attitudes’ gracefulness to the gesture’s naturalness.’ Sounds a lot like the corn flour exercise to me. Whoever would have thought that corn flour was sensual?

Another lovely female body standing by a window, inside, looking out, waiting.
This post is going nowhere fast at the moment but it’s given me an opportunity to show the view from my room, what I see looking out; a wild wood…
This post is going nowhere fast at the moment but it’s given me an opportunity to show the view from my room, what I see looking out; a wild wood…

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