She rarely asked me for help, but I always offered. Usually I would just carry her supplies around, or I would help do the cleaning. This time I brought her a refill of water to mix in her paint. She was painting an arranged set of flowers which were placed on a chair, and she thanked me for my assistance.
My mother loves art. It’s her only hobby, and her main passion in life. She’s an art teacher at the college I attend. I’ve never taken any of her classes, but I’ve heard they’re a lot of fun, which didn’t surprise me because of my mother’s positive outlook on life. She also makes a decent amount of money selling her artwork, and painting custom portraits for people. She even has the reputation of being one of the best artists in the city.
I watched my mother continue to paint. Her eyes were completely focused on her task. I’ve always thought she was a beautiful person. When she concentrating on painting, she looked even more beautiful. The passion showed in her eyes.
We were in the area of the house which my mother uses to make her art. There were paintings and drawings decorating the walls. Some of the images were of objects, or plants. Others were portraits she made of other people. Some of the people were clothed, some were naked. My mother never minded nudity. She’s someone who believes that the naked human body is one of the most beautiful things in the world. I agree with her.
Mom’s Nude Portraits
When I came home from my college class, there was another car in the driveway, and the door to my mom’s art room was closed. That usually meant she was painting someone nude, otherwise her door would be left open. I went to my room and did my normal things. Then I went to the living room to watch tv.
About half an hour later, the door opened and I heard my mother talking to another woman, which immediately got my attention. I stood up when they walked to the entrance near the living room, and I said ‘hello’ to female model, and ‘bye’ before she left. The model was around my age, and very pretty.
When my mother closed the door, she gave me a playfully stern look.
“Who was that?” I asked eagerly.
“Don’t get any funny ideas,” she replied in her motherly tone. “She’s a new model I’m working with. I don’t want you chasing her away.”
“Me? Why would I do that?”
“Because that’s the kind of guy you are,” she joked.
I shrugged. “As long as you’re going to keep bringing hot women to our house, I can’t complain.”
“I’m glad you’re okay with it, because there will probably be a few more models stopping by.”
“I found out this morning that my role in the upcoming art exhibition is going to be much bigger than before,” she replied proudly. “I’ll be given extra space to showcase my work. I already have plenty of abstract paintings, but I need more portraits. Those are usually my best sellers.”