She was demure, mostly. Her posture was composed and genteel. She looked straight at me as if she had been instructed for a movie take. The deep iridescent blue highlighted her hooded eyes to great dramatic effect. I looked at her, I looked him, I tried to read this relationship. She noticed my quizzical look and twitched the corners of her pouty mouth in amusement.
Amusement and tolerance. She was putting up with him, evidently. How shall I describe this man? He was rotund and leaned towards her so that his head was snuggling against her shoulder and neck, all the while giving me a knowing, squinty look or maybe a leer. He smiled sweetly, seductively, even lasciviously, and at the same time he projected innocence, even a child-like pleasure in just being alive. He tilted his head so that I had a hard time getting a look at his baby face. A leering baby face? No, scrap that. Try Buddha. Maybe that’s closer: the smiling Buddha, or if not, then one of those Zen monks who’ve just been zapped and melted in satori. In other words, I couldn’t pick up a reading on this guy.
So, I drew her demureness first, hoping that he would find himself somehow in my drawing. I don’t have a lot of time to figure these things out, you know. There are ten people in line, gotta get this drawing done. I drew his Buddha-baby face and then, suddenly, my brush-tip marker went with the feeling. And out came this fat, sturdy baby, belly-button and diapers, shoulder pulled up in a knowing sassiness and hand on hip.
When I turned the drawing around for them so see, her lapis lazuli eye lids sparkled and he, well, he must have recognized himself. He lost it.
Several minutes later, as I was drawing the next or maybe the second or third couple after them, I felt a gentle pair of arms embracing my shoulders and a cheek against my left ear. I rubbed his arm. He was moved and grateful. I tell you, that brush-tip marker sometimes gets at that pleasure of just being alive.
(This post is the last of the series that started 12.13.11 with “American Eagle Party at Rosemont Convention Center” and then heated up to “Cleavage” and “Da Thong.” It was just a great party!)
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