shunga; nectar sweet upon her lip…

“From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
That whenever a March-wind sighs
He sets the jewel-print of your feet
In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which we meet
And the valleys of Paradise.

Tennyson
shunga; nectar sweet upon her lip
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oil on canvas 90 x 130 cms
shunga; nectar sweet upon her lip

after jean-nicholas…

a meeting of eyes…

after jean-nicholas…

a meeting of eyes…