On her last day to model for the class (see my last post), Ludmilla’s finale consisted of bringing her pet iguana to pose with her. The young men in the class were, for the first time all term, delirious with excitement. The teacher even took pity on them and told them they could chose just to draw the nasty creature instead of Ludmilla’s glory.
Needless to say the bloody creature (yes, my contempt for lizards extends to iguanas and all other forms of dinosaurs and things that go bump in the night) did not stand still, even though Ludmilla would attempt to make him happy by posing him on her head. Finally the damn thing just began to crawl around on the stage. I had taken to painting the above pastel study of Ludmilla reclining, and kept my head as buried as I could trying to avoid eye contact with the beast (the iguana). Suddenly, there was a stir in the room which sounded like a mix of stiffled laughing and groaning. I looked up and there it was. The iguana had found just the right part of Ludmilla’s anatomy to lick. (It was her breast you filthy minded readers.)
As I said in my last post, Ludmilla is a woman completely devoid of inhibition. Nevermind that the iguana incident scarred me for life as a result. Consumate pro that she is, she simply pushed the cursed monster away from her, and struck her pose again.
For a finale, Ludmilla donned colorful butterfly wings strapped to her naked form. It was a thing of beauty. If you could only bottle that lack of modesty…