Don’t just touch grass, “Feel The Sun”.

I admire the woman’s body like how I do art. The curves and lines. The sultry shapes. The red, yellow, brown, black, and white — I love it all.

Most people think it’s a love rooted in lust. A glaze from a slutty eye. But honestly, it’s from an artistic one. The story of the work is what gives it beauty. Same with the story of a woman.

It is what gives them breath.