A bit more languor on lips while purchasing your own star

Tempera on canvas, 2020
70x70 cm

A little more languor on her lips, a little more confident and liberated body movements and hearing the crunch of the clean looking bed under her hot body.
In her grace and nakedness from the very morning, from the very fine morning, Jane felt like one of Klein's girls, when a girl wore only the color of dreams, only the color of ideas and eternal love.
She wore a necklace of black pearls so long that she wrapped it three times around her neck, and sometimes she wore it full length, it looked beautiful with a light dress, but even more beautiful on her naked body. Because the end of the necklace touched her tanned tummy and when the light hit these forms of feminine grace, one could not take one's eyes off.
Who am I to discuss and tell you about this perfect morning in my non-ideal words?
Our planet is in harmony, in perfect harmony and everything in it is perfect.
If you used to strive for perfect, give it up, you are perfect as it is.
Who am I to spend hours wondering if Jane was playing me or if I was real? I'm just a little black pearl in her much-loved necklace.
But the only thing that makes me happy, even me, such a small bead, is that if there is bad energy in our environment, Jane will feel it, because her neck will be squeezed as if by a tight tie. To be continued.