watercolour and ink on paper
These are the Flies
Waiting and awaiting for the chance to meet the honey, or... Well, what can they say when she dressed for a more, well, exciting event but was asked to go there instead, there where the flies are. Only when she was there did she realise her lovely light summer dress would draw this leer from the flies, as the flies stared into the gape the low cut top formed when she bent to talk to the seated fly. But, she also realised, oh so quickly, that a flies leer is easily undone with a tidying hand.
Honey-pot
Laying in waiting, like a working bee...
A Credible Plan
A nude male figure with words, or... If I...
May 24
