Rosalie's legs almost lost their function when she entered the studio and saw the paintings and drawings on the canvas.
They were mostly intimate pictures of her or him and her, usually half-naked or nearly naked, drawn in a way that stirred up your desires and admiration for good work. The others were thought-provoking pieces of her or fond memories.
He captured every minor detail he could of the parts of her body that could be seen, down to the skin tone, the spots, the few moles.
"This is the secret of my inspiration. Whenever I'm stuck, I try to draw my first muse in a way I haven't before. That's almost my best, but I felt I could draw it better."
It was their first picture together, the one they took when she cut her hair to shoulder length and dyed it with Lisa's help.
