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Sunday, 01 November 2009

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I read the article from the Times, thank you for the extra information, Dark Puss.
I remain quite puzzled by what you both said about this sitter. I can't help but think that she really looks like a man in women's clothes! Please, have a careful look at the hands, the neck and the jaws - they are not feminine at all. Tell me please what it is you find sexy in her, it would be very helpful for my understanding of men. Seriously.
On the other hand, she reminds me of the women painted by Michelangelo (re the Sixtine Chapel for example), they too have male bodies with big muscles.

Thrown for a second as I know of this woman as Jane Burden. Technically accomplished and indeed very close to kitsch as you say. I'd most certainly be happy to meet her, she looks very sexy to me and not in any way distressed! No doubt you read this article in The Times about a recently discovered mural by Morris in The Red House: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article591442.ece

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